What Every Woman Knows by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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of her aunt. What a triumph, Mr. Shand!
JOHN. Oh, pretty fair, pretty fair. Your brother has just finished addressing the crowd, Lady Sybil. SYBIL. Then we must not detain Mr. Shand, Auntie. COMTESSE [who unless her heart is touched thinks insincerity charming]. Only one word. I heard you speak last night. Sublime! Just the sort of impassioned eloquence that your House of Commons loves. JOHN. It's very good of you to say so. COMTESSE. But we must run. Bon soir. [SYBIL bows as to some one far away.] JOHN. Good-night, Lady Sybil. I hear you think I'm vulgar. [Eyebrows are raised.] COMTESSE. My dear Mr. Shand, what absurd--- JOHN. I was told she said that after hearing me speak. COMTESSE. Quite a mistake, I--- JOHN [doggedly]. Is it not true? SYBIL ['waking up']. You seem to know, Mr. Shand; and as you press me so unnecessarily--well, yes, that is how you struck me. |
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