The Admirable Crichton by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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ERNEST. No, I don't. TREHERNE. I assure you that's it. LADY MARY. Of course it is. CATHERINE. Yes, Ernest, that's it. (ERNEST, in desperation, appeals to CRICHTON.) ERNEST. I am not young enough, Crichton, to know everything. (It is an anxious moment, but a smile is at length extorted from CRICHTON as with a corkscrew.) CRICHTON. Thank you, sir. (He goes.) ERNEST (relieved). Ah, if you had that fellow's head, Treherne, you would find something better to do with it than play cricket. I hear you bowl with your head. TREHERNE (with proper humility). I'm afraid cricket is all I'm good for, Ernest. CATHERINE (who thinks he has a heavenly nose). Indeed, it isn't. You are sure to get on, Mr. Treherne. TREHERNE. Thank you, Lady Catherine. |
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