The Silver Box by John Galsworthy
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in the streets, and make a disturbance as he sometimes does.
MARLOW. [Holding up the empty decanter.] Not a drain! Next time he hits you get a witness and go down to the court---- MRS. JONES. Yes, I think I 've made up my mind. I think I ought to. MARLOW. That's right. Where's the ciga----? [He searches for the silver box; he looks at MRS. JONES, who is sweeping on her hands and knees; he checks himself and stands reflecting. From the tray he picks two half-smoked cigarettes, and reads the name on them.] Nestor--where the deuce----? [With a meditative air he looks again at MRS. JONES, and, taking up JACK'S overcoat, he searches in the pockets. WHEELER, with a tray of breakfast things, comes in.] MARLOW. [Aside to WHEELER.] Have you seen the cigarette-box? WHEELER. No. MARLOW. Well, it's gone. I put it on the tray last night. And he's been smoking. [Showing her the ends of cigarettes.] It's not in these pockets. He can't have taken it upstairs this morning! Have a good look in his room when he comes down. Who's been in here? |
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