The Eldest Son by John Galsworthy
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JOAN. [Flying towards the drawing-roam, is overtaken at the door] Oh! Dot! You're pinching! As they disappear into the drawing-room, MABEL LANFARNE, a tall girl with a rather charming Irish face, comes slowly down. And at sight of her FREDA's whole figure becomes set and meaningfull. FREDA. For you, Miss Lanfarne, from my lady. MABEL. [In whose speech is a touch of wilful Irishry] How sweet! [Fastening the roses] And how are you, Freda? FREDA. Very well, thank you. MABEL. And your father? Hope he's going to let me come out with the guns again. FREDA. [Stolidly] He'll be delighted, I'm sure. MABEL. Ye-es! I haven't forgotten his face-last time. FREDA. You stood with Mr. Bill. He's better to stand with than Mr. Harold, or Captain Keith? MABEL. He didn't touch a feather, that day. FREDA. People don't when they're anxious to do their best. A gong sounds. And MABEL LANFARNE, giving FREDA a rather |
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