The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith by Arthur Wing Pinero
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LUCAS. Oh, I'd rather--
AGNES. [Rising.] Dearest, you need it. LUCAS. [Rising.] Well--Fortune shall fetch my hat and coat. AGNES. Fortune! Are you going to take all my work from me? [She is walking towards the door; the sound of his voice stops her.] LUCAS. Agnes! [She returns.] A thousand thoughts have rushed through my brain this last hour or two. I've been thinking--my wife-- AGNES. Yes? LUCAS. My wife--she will soon get tired of her present position. If, by-and-bye, there should be a divorce, there would be nothing to prevent our marrying. AGNES. Our--marrying! LUCAS. [Sitting, not looking at her, as if discussing the matter with himself.] It might be to my advantage to settle again in London some day. After all, scandals quickly lose their keen edge. What would you say? AGNES. Marriage-- LUCAS. Ah, remember, we're rational beings for the future. However, we needn't talk about it now. |
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