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Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour
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2017
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[Smiling.] What medals?
Mabel
Don't be coy! You know I mean the medals they gave you for going to the Cape.
Basil
[Gets them from a drawer, and with a smile hands them to Mabel.] If you really care to see them, here they are.
Mabel
[Taking one.] What's this?
Basil
Oh, that's just the common or garden South African medal.
Mabel
And the other one?
Basil
That's the D.S.M.
Mabel
Why didn't they give you the D.S.O.?
Basil
Oh, I was only a trooper, you know. They only give the D.S.O. to officers.
Mabel
And what did you do to deserve it?
Basil
[Smiling.] I really forget.
Hilda
It's given for distinguished service in the field, Mabel.
Mabel
I knew. Only I wanted to see if Mr. Kent was modest or vain.
Basil
[With a smile, taking the medals from her and putting them away.] How spiteful of you!
Mabel
John, why didn't you go to the Cape, and do heroic things?
John
I confined my heroism to the British Isles. I married you, my angel.
Mabel
Is that funny or vulgar?
Basil
[Laughing.] Are there no more questions you want to ask me, Mrs. Halliwell?
Mabel
Yes, I want to know why you live up six flights of stairs.
Basil
[Amused.] For the view, simply and solely.
Mabel
But, good heavens, there is no view. There are only chimney-pots.
Basil
But they're most æsthetic chimney-pots. Do come and look, Mrs. Murray. [Basil and Hilda approach one of the windows, and he opens it.] And at night they're so mysterious. They look just like strange goblins playing on the house-tops. And you can't think how gorgeous the sunsets are: sometimes, after the rain, the slate roofs glitter like burnished gold. [To Hilda.] Often I think I couldn't have lived without my view, it says such wonderful things to me. [Turning to Mabel gaily.] Scoff, Mrs. Halliwell, I'm on the verge of being sentimental.
Mabel
I was wondering if you'd made that up on the spur of the moment, or if you'd fished it out of an old note-book.
Hilda
[With a look at Basil.] May I go out?
Basil
Yes, do come.
[Hilda and Basil step out on the balcony, whereupon John goes to Mabel and triesto steal a kiss from her.
Mabel
Don't be coy! You know I mean the medals they gave you for going to the Cape.
Basil
[Gets them from a drawer, and with a smile hands them to Mabel.] If you really care to see them, here they are.
Mabel
[Taking one.] What's this?
Basil
Oh, that's just the common or garden South African medal.
Mabel
And the other one?
Basil
That's the D.S.M.
Mabel
Why didn't they give you the D.S.O.?
Basil
Oh, I was only a trooper, you know. They only give the D.S.O. to officers.
Mabel
And what did you do to deserve it?
Basil
[Smiling.] I really forget.
Hilda
It's given for distinguished service in the field, Mabel.
Mabel
I knew. Only I wanted to see if Mr. Kent was modest or vain.
Basil
[With a smile, taking the medals from her and putting them away.] How spiteful of you!
Mabel
John, why didn't you go to the Cape, and do heroic things?
John
I confined my heroism to the British Isles. I married you, my angel.
Mabel
Is that funny or vulgar?
Basil
[Laughing.] Are there no more questions you want to ask me, Mrs. Halliwell?
Mabel
Yes, I want to know why you live up six flights of stairs.
Basil
[Amused.] For the view, simply and solely.
Mabel
But, good heavens, there is no view. There are only chimney-pots.
Basil
But they're most æsthetic chimney-pots. Do come and look, Mrs. Murray. [Basil and Hilda approach one of the windows, and he opens it.] And at night they're so mysterious. They look just like strange goblins playing on the house-tops. And you can't think how gorgeous the sunsets are: sometimes, after the rain, the slate roofs glitter like burnished gold. [To Hilda.] Often I think I couldn't have lived without my view, it says such wonderful things to me. [Turning to Mabel gaily.] Scoff, Mrs. Halliwell, I'm on the verge of being sentimental.
Mabel
I was wondering if you'd made that up on the spur of the moment, or if you'd fished it out of an old note-book.
Hilda
[With a look at Basil.] May I go out?
Basil
Yes, do come.
[Hilda and Basil step out on the balcony, whereupon John goes to Mabel and triesto steal a kiss from her.
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