You Never Can Tell by George Bernard Shaw
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exclaiming meditatively) How strange it is to look back on our boyhood!
(McComas stares after him, not at all pleased.) DOLLY (to Mrs. Clandon). Has Finch had a drink? MRS. CLANDON (remonstrating). Dearest: Mr. McComas will lunch with us. DOLLY. Have you ordered for seven? Don't forget the old gentleman. MRS. CLANDON. I have not forgotten him, dear. What is his name? DOLLY. Chalkstones. He'll be here at half past one. (To McComas.) Are we like what you expected? MRS. CLANDON (changing her tone to a more earnest one). Dolly: Mr. McComas has something more serious than that to tell you. Children: I have asked my old friend to answer the question you asked this morning. He is your father's friend as well as mine: and he will tell you the story more fairly than I could. (Turning her head from them to Gloria.) Gloria: are you satisfied? GLORIA (gravely attentive). Mr. McComas is very kind. McCOMAS (nervously). Not at all, my dear young lady: not at all. At the same time, this is rather sudden. I was hardly prepared---er--- DOLLY (suspiciously). Oh, we don't want anything prepared. PHILIP (exhorting him). Tell us the truth. |
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