You Never Can Tell by George Bernard Shaw
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McCOMAS. He has a great deal of money.
DOLLY (delighted). Oh, what did I always say, Phil? PHILIP. Dolly: we have perhaps been condemning the old man too hastily. Proceed, Mr. McComas. McCOMAS. I shall not proceed, sir. I am too hurt, too shocked, to proceed. MRS. CLANDON (urgently). Finch: do you realize what is happening? Do you understand that my children have invited that man to lunch, and that he will be here in a few moments? McCOMAS (completely upset). What! do you mean---am I to understand- --is it--- PHILIP (impressively). Steady, Finch. Think it out slowly and carefully. He's coming---coming to lunch. GLORIA. Which of us is to tell him the truth? Have you thought of that? MRS. CLANDON. Finch: you must tell him. DOLLY Oh, Finch is no good at telling things. Look at the mess he has made of telling us. McCOMAS. I have not been allowed to speak. I protest against this. |
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