He. Im sure of it, if there is any power in steam or horse-flesh to carry us away. Ha! ha!
She. And the fun of the situation comes inwhere, my Lancelot?
He. Nowhere, Guinevere. I was only thinking of something.
She. They say men have a keener sense of humour than women. Now I was thinking of the scandal.
He. Dont think of anything so ugly. We shall be beyond it.
She. It will be there all the samein the mouths of Simlatelegraphed over India, and talked of at the dinnersand when He goes out they will stare at Him to see how he takes it. And we shall be dead, Guy deardead and cast into the outer darkness where there is
He. Love at least. Isnt that enough?
She. I have said so.
He. And you think so still?
She. What do you think?
He. What have I done? It means equal ruin to me, as the world reckons itoutcasting, the loss of my appointment, the breaking off my lifes work. I pay my price.
She. And are you so much above the world that you can afford to pay it. Am I?
He. My Divinitywhat else?
She. A very ordinary woman, Im afraid, but so far, respectable. How dyou do, Mrs. Middle-ditch? Your husband? I think hes riding down to Annandale with Colonel Statters. Yes, isnt it divine after the rain?Guy, how long am I to be allowed to bow to Mrs. Middleditch? Till the 17th?
He. Frowsy Scotchwoman! What is the use of bringing her into the discussion? You were saying?
She. Nothing. Have you ever seen a man hanged?
He. Yes. Once.
She. What was it for?
He. Murder, of course.
She. Murder. Is that so great a sin after all? I wonder how he felt before the drop fell.
He. I dont think he felt much. What a gruesome little woman it is this evening! Youre shivering. Put on your cape, dear.
She. I think I will. Oh! Look at the mist coming over Sanjaoli; and I thought we should have sunshine on the Ladies Mile! Lets turn back.
He. Whats the good? Theres a cloud on Elysium Hill, and that means its foggy all down the Mall. Well go on. Itll blow away before we get to the Convent, perhaps. Jove! It is chilly.
She. You feel it, fresh from below. Put on your ulster. What do you think of my cape?
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