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Milne, A. A. (Alan Alexander), 1882-1956

"Second Plays"

I was shaking like an aspen leaf. Suddenly I realised that I
loved him. "Henry," I said, "I am yours." He took me in his
arms--putting down the revolver first, of course. I have never
regretted my surrender, Mr. Coote. (With a sigh) Ah, me! We women are
strange creatures.
BOBBY. I don't believe Sandy would mind if I did shoot myself.
MRS. KNOWLE. Oh, don't say that, Mr. Coote. She is very warm-hearted.
I'm sure it would upset her a good deal. Oh no, you are taking too
gloomy a view of the situation, I am sure of it.
BOBBY. Well, I shan't shoot myself, but I shan't propose to her again.
I know when I'm not wanted.
MRS. KNOWLE. But we do want you, Mr. Coote. Both my husband and I--
BOBBY. I say, I'd much rather not talk about it, if you don't mind. I
practically promised her that I wouldn't say anything to you this
time.
MRS. KNOWLE. What, not say anything to her only mother? But how should
I know if I were to call you "Bobby," or not?
BOBBY. Well, of course--I mean I haven't really said anything, have I?
Nothing she'd really mind. She's so funny about things.
MRS. KNOWLE. She is indeed, Mr. Coote. I don't know where she gets it
from. Neither Henry nor I are in the least funny. It was all the
result of being christened in that irreligious way--I quite thought he
said Millicent--and reading all those books, instead of visiting the
sick as I used to do.


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