The Title - A Comedy in Three Acts by Arnold Bennett
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MRS. CULVER. It kills me to quarrel with you. (_They kiss_.) CULVER. Darling, we are absurd. MRS. CULVER. I don't care. CULVER. Supposing that anyone came in and caught us! MRS. CULVER. Well, we're married. CULVER.--But it's so long since. Hildegarde's twenty-one! John, seventeen! MRS. CULVER. It seems to me like yesterday. CULVER. Yes, you're incurably a girl. MRS. CULVER. I'm not. CULVER. You are. And I'm a boy. I say we are absurd. We're continually absurd. We were absurd all last evening when we pretended before the others, with the most disastrous results, that nothing was the matter. We were still more absurd when we went to our twin beds and argued savagely with each other from bed to bed until four o'clock this morning. Do you know that I had exactly one hour and fifty-five minutes' sleep? (_Yawns_.) Do you know that owing to extreme exhaustion my behaviour at my office to-day has practically lost the war? But the most absurd thing of all was you trying to do the Roman matron business at dinner to-night. Mind you, I adore you for being absurd, but-- |
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