The Skin Game by John Galsworthy
page 87 of 138 (63%)
page 87 of 138 (63%)
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from dinner?
CHLOE. No; I'll try to sleep. Please tell them I don't want to be disturbed. HORNBLOWER. All right. I'll just answer this note. [He sits down at her writing-table.] [CHLOE starts up from the sofa feverishly, looking at her watch, at the window, at her watch; then softly crosses to the window and opens it.] HORNBLOWER. [Finishing] Listen! [He turns round towards the sofa] Hallo! Where are ye? CHLOE. [At the window] It's so hot. HORNBLOWER. Here's what I've said: "MADAM,--You can tell me nothing of my daughter-in-law which can affect the happiness of my family. I regard your note as an impertinence, and I shall not be with you at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning. "Yours truly----" CHLOE. [With a suffering movement of her head] Oh!--Well!--[The gong is touched a second time.] |
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