Waste - A Tragedy, In Four Acts by Harley Granville-Barker
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been a most delightful week-end.
MRS. FARRANT. [_Gracefully giving him a good-bye hand._] And a successful one, I hope. FARRANT. We talked Education for half an hour. MRS. FARRANT. [_Her eyebrows lifting a shade._] Education! FARRANT. Then Trebell went away to work. BLACKBOROUGH. I've missed the music, I fear. MRS. FARRANT. But it's been Bach. BLACKBOROUGH. No Chopin? MRS. FARRANT. For a minute only. BLACKBOROUGH. Why don't these new Italian men write things for the piano! Good-night, Lady Davenport. LADY DAVENPORT. [_As he bows over her hand._] And what has Education to do with it? BLACKBOROUGH. [_Non-committal himself._] Perhaps it was a subject that compromised nobody. LADY DAVENPORT. Do you think my daughter has been wasting her time and her tact? |
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