You Never Can Tell by George Bernard Shaw
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amuse yourself as you please. But---
VALENTINE (protesting). Amuse myself! Oh, Mrs. Clandon! MRS. CLANDON (relentlessly). On your honor, Mr. Valentine, are you in earnest? VALENTINE (desperately). On my honor I am in earnest. (She looks searchingly at him. His sense of humor gets the better of him; and he adds quaintly) Only, I always have been in earnest; and yet---here I am, you see! MRS. CLANDON. This is just what I suspected. (Severely.) Mr. Valentine: you are one of those men who play with women's affections. VALENTINE. Well, why not, if the Cause of Humanity is the only thing worth being serious about? However, I understand. (Rising and taking his hat with formal politeness.) You wish me to discontinue my visits. MRS. CLANDON. No: I am sensible enough to be well aware that Gloria's best chance of escape from you now is to become better acquainted with you. VALENTINE (unaffectedly alarmed). Oh, don't say that, Mrs. Clandon. You don't think that, do you? MRS. CLANDON. I have great faith, Mr. Valentine, in the sound training Gloria's mind has had since she was a child. VALENTINE (amazingly relieved). O-oh! Oh, that's all right. (He |
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