You Never Can Tell by George Bernard Shaw
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greatest help to me. The fact is, I owe six week's rent; and I've had
no patients until to-day. My interview with my landlord will be considerably smoothed by the apparent boom in my business. DOLLY (vexed). Oh, how tiresome of you to let it all out! And we've just been pretending that you were a respectable professional man in a first-rate position. MRS. CLANDON (horrified). Oh, Dolly, Dolly! My dearest, how can you be so rude? (To Valentine.) Will you excuse these barbarian children of mine, Mr. Valentine? VALENTINE. Thank you, I'm used to them. Would it be too much to ask you to wait five minutes while I get rid of my landlord downstairs? DOLLY. Don't be long. We're hungry. MRS. CLANDON (again remonstrating). Dolly, dear! VALENTINE (to Dolly). All right. (To Mrs. Clandon.) Thank you: I shan't be long. (He steals a look at Gloria as he turns to go. She is looking gravely at him. He falls into confusion.) I--er--er--yes-- thank you (he succeeds at last in blundering himself out of the room; but the exhibition is a pitiful one). PHILIP. Did you observe? (Pointing to Gloria.) Love at first sight. You can add his scalp to your collection, Gloria. MRS. CLANDON. Sh--sh, pray, Phil. He may have heard you. |
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