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Three Comedies
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2019
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Röst. And in spite of that—?
Bishop. Perhaps for that very reason. Ahem!—Cornelia, you must go down and—
Cornelia. Not on any account! I refuse!
Mrs. Röst (to her husband). Come, dear! Be quick, let us get away. (Looks for her parasol.) Where is my parasol?
Bishop (in a low voice). Won't you wait a little while Mr. Röst?
Röst. Oho!
Mrs. Röst. My parasol! I can't find my parasol.
Röst. Because you have got it in your hand, my love!
Mrs. Röst. So I have! You see how upset I am. Make haste—come along! Can we get out this way?
Röst. Through the Bishop's bedroom!
Mrs. Röst. Oh!—But if you come with me, my dear!—Are we to meet this woman? Why do you stand still? Surely you don't want to—?
Röst. Let us wait a little.
Mrs. Röst. Wait? So that you may talk to her? Oh, you men—you are all alike!
Bishop. But, you know, some one must—. Cornelia!
Cornelia. Not for worlds! I am not going to stir an inch.
Grandmother. Gracchus!
Bishop. Yes, grandmother?
Mrs. Röst. Now the old lady is going to interfere. I thought as much!
Grandmother. Courtesy is a duty that every one must recognise.
Bishop. You are quite right. (Goes towards the back of the room; at the same time a knock is heard on the door). Come in! (The door opens, and LEONARDA enters.)
Mrs. Röst. It is she!
Röst. Be quiet!
Mrs. Röst. But wouldn't you rather—?
Leonarda. Excuse me, am I speaking to the Bishop?
Bishop. Yes, madam. Whom have I the honour to—?
Leonarda. Mrs. Falk.
Bishop. Allow me to introduce my sister—and Mr. Justice Röst and Mrs. Röst—and this is—
Leonarda. "Grandmamma" of whom I have heard, I think!
Bishop. Yes. Let me present Mrs. Falk to you, grandmother.
Grandmother (getting up). I am very glad to see you, ma'am.
Mrs. Röst and Cornelia. What does she say?
Grandmother. As the oldest of the family—which is the only merit I possess—let me bid you welcome. (LEONARDA gives a start, then kneels down and kisses her hand.)
Mrs. Röst. Good gracious!
Cornelia. Well!
Mrs. Röst. Let us go away!
Röst (in a low voice). Does your lordship wish—?
Bishop (in the same tone). No, thank you—I must go through with it now.
Röst. Good morning, then!
Bishop. Many thanks for your visit and for being so frank with me.
Mrs. Röst. That is always our way, your lordship. Good morning!
Cornelia (as they advance to take leave of her). I will see you out.
Röst (to the GRANDMOTHER). I hope I shall always see you looking as well, madam!
Mrs. Röst. Good-bye, madam! No, please don't disturb yourself. You have over-exerted yourself just now you know.
Grandmother. The same to you.
Röst and Mrs. Röst. I beg your pardon?
Bishop. She thought you were wishing her good day—or something of that sort.
Röst and Mrs. Röst. Oh, I see! (They laugh. They both ceremoniously in silence to LEONARDA as they pass her; CORNELIA and the BISHOP go with them to see them out, the BISHOP turning at the door and coming back into the room.)
Bishop (to LEONARDA). Won't you sit down?
Leonarda. Your lordship sent me a letter to-day. (She pauses for an answer, but without effect.) In it you give me to understand, as politely as possible, that your family does not wish to have any intercourse with me.
Bishop. I imagined, Mrs. Falk, that you had no such desire, either previously or now.
Bishop. Perhaps for that very reason. Ahem!—Cornelia, you must go down and—
Cornelia. Not on any account! I refuse!
Mrs. Röst (to her husband). Come, dear! Be quick, let us get away. (Looks for her parasol.) Where is my parasol?
Bishop (in a low voice). Won't you wait a little while Mr. Röst?
Röst. Oho!
Mrs. Röst. My parasol! I can't find my parasol.
Röst. Because you have got it in your hand, my love!
Mrs. Röst. So I have! You see how upset I am. Make haste—come along! Can we get out this way?
Röst. Through the Bishop's bedroom!
Mrs. Röst. Oh!—But if you come with me, my dear!—Are we to meet this woman? Why do you stand still? Surely you don't want to—?
Röst. Let us wait a little.
Mrs. Röst. Wait? So that you may talk to her? Oh, you men—you are all alike!
Bishop. But, you know, some one must—. Cornelia!
Cornelia. Not for worlds! I am not going to stir an inch.
Grandmother. Gracchus!
Bishop. Yes, grandmother?
Mrs. Röst. Now the old lady is going to interfere. I thought as much!
Grandmother. Courtesy is a duty that every one must recognise.
Bishop. You are quite right. (Goes towards the back of the room; at the same time a knock is heard on the door). Come in! (The door opens, and LEONARDA enters.)
Mrs. Röst. It is she!
Röst. Be quiet!
Mrs. Röst. But wouldn't you rather—?
Leonarda. Excuse me, am I speaking to the Bishop?
Bishop. Yes, madam. Whom have I the honour to—?
Leonarda. Mrs. Falk.
Bishop. Allow me to introduce my sister—and Mr. Justice Röst and Mrs. Röst—and this is—
Leonarda. "Grandmamma" of whom I have heard, I think!
Bishop. Yes. Let me present Mrs. Falk to you, grandmother.
Grandmother (getting up). I am very glad to see you, ma'am.
Mrs. Röst and Cornelia. What does she say?
Grandmother. As the oldest of the family—which is the only merit I possess—let me bid you welcome. (LEONARDA gives a start, then kneels down and kisses her hand.)
Mrs. Röst. Good gracious!
Cornelia. Well!
Mrs. Röst. Let us go away!
Röst (in a low voice). Does your lordship wish—?
Bishop (in the same tone). No, thank you—I must go through with it now.
Röst. Good morning, then!
Bishop. Many thanks for your visit and for being so frank with me.
Mrs. Röst. That is always our way, your lordship. Good morning!
Cornelia (as they advance to take leave of her). I will see you out.
Röst (to the GRANDMOTHER). I hope I shall always see you looking as well, madam!
Mrs. Röst. Good-bye, madam! No, please don't disturb yourself. You have over-exerted yourself just now you know.
Grandmother. The same to you.
Röst and Mrs. Röst. I beg your pardon?
Bishop. She thought you were wishing her good day—or something of that sort.
Röst and Mrs. Röst. Oh, I see! (They laugh. They both ceremoniously in silence to LEONARDA as they pass her; CORNELIA and the BISHOP go with them to see them out, the BISHOP turning at the door and coming back into the room.)
Bishop (to LEONARDA). Won't you sit down?
Leonarda. Your lordship sent me a letter to-day. (She pauses for an answer, but without effect.) In it you give me to understand, as politely as possible, that your family does not wish to have any intercourse with me.
Bishop. I imagined, Mrs. Falk, that you had no such desire, either previously or now.
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