Fashionable Philosophy - and Other Sketches by Laurence Oliphant
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_Flamm_. Ah, Plumper, how are you, old man? I was looking for you
everywhere. Why, what have you done with Mrs Plumper and the children? _Ad_. My mother and her little grandchildren, you mean. I was not aware that they were to come here to-day. _Fl_. Your mother! and grandchildren! Why, what the dev--- Oh, ah, ahem! [_Aside_.] I see--mum's the word. Oh fie! sly dog! Naughty, naughty!--but so nice! [_Whispers_.] You are quite safe with me. [_Aloud_.] Yes, dear old lady--she's getting too old to walk much now. [_Aside_.] I only hope we shan't meet the young one. A jolly row there'll be! _El_. I hope soon to have the pleasure of being introduced to Mr Plumper's mother. I am sure I shall like her. _Fl_. Oh, I am sure you will; she is the dearest, most delightful old lady! [_Aside_.] At least I hope she is by this time, for she was a horrid old cat up to the day of her death, ten years ago. By Jove! here come Mrs Plumper and the young uns. Now for it! _Enter_ Mrs Plumper. _Mrs Plumper_. Why, Adolphus, where have you been? Excuse me, madam; I did not see that you were upon my husband's arm. Perhaps he'll have the goodness to present his wife to you. _El_. His wife! her husband! [_Screams--faints_.] _Mrs P_. Yes, madam. You may well scream, "His wife! her husband!" and |
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