Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour

Name: Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour
Rating: 5 (2 reviews)
Author: Сомерсет Моэм

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Сомерсет Моэм

Год написания книги

2017

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Dick

She's only coming to indulge a truly feminine passion for making scenes, and she's made Alec quite wretched enough already. Why doesn't she marry Robert Boulger?

Mrs. Crowley

Why should she?

Dick

Half the women I know merely married their husbands to spite somebody else. It appears to be one of the commonest causes of matrimony.

Mrs. Crowley

[With a quizzical look at him.] Talking of which, what are you going to do when Mr. Mackenzie is gone?

Dick

Talking of the weather and the crops, I propose to go to Spain.

Mrs. Crowley

[Opening her eyes wide.] How very extraordinary! I thought of going there, too.

Dick

Then, without a moment's hesitation, I shall go to Norway.

Mrs. Crowley

It'll be dreadfully cold.

Dick

Dreadfully. But I shall be supported by the consciousness of having done my duty.

Mrs. Crowley

You don't think there would be room for both of us in Spain?

Dick

I'm convinced there wouldn't. We should always be running against one another, and you'd insist on my looking out all your trains in Bradshaw.

Mrs. Crowley

I hope you remember that you asked me to tea to-day?

Dick

Pardon me, you asked yourself. I keep the letter next to my heart and put it under my pillow every night.

Mrs. Crowley

You fibber! Besides, if I did, it was only on Lucy's account.

Dick

That, I venture to think, is neither polite nor accurate.

Mrs. Crowley

I don't think I should so utterly detest you, if you hadn't such a good opinion of yourself.

Dick

You forget that I vowed on the head of my maternal grandmother never to speak to you again.

Mrs. Crowley

Oh, I'm always doing that. I tell my maid that time she does my hair badly.

Dick

You trifled with the tenderest affection of an innocent and unsophisticated old bachelor.

Mrs. Crowley

Is that you by any chance?

Dick

Of course, it's me. D'you think I was talking of the man in the moon?

Mrs. Crowley

[Looking at him critically.] With the light behind, you might still pass for thirty-five.

Dick

I've given up youth and its vanities. I no longer pluck out my white hairs.

Mrs. Crowley

Then how on earth do you occupy your leisure?

Dick