The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith - novelonlinefull.com
You’re read light novel The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith Part 10 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
FORTUNE. [To AGNES, significantly.] Mr. Cleeve 'as jus' gone out.
AGNES. Vous savez, n'est-ce pas?
FORTUNE. [Glancing at GERTRUDE.] But Madame is now engage.
GERTRUDE. [To AGNES.] Oh, I am going.
AGNES. [To GERTRUDE.] Wait. [Softly to her.] I want you to hear this little comedy. Fortune shall repeat my instructions. [To FORTUNE.] Les ordres que je vous ai donnes, repetez-les.
FORTUNE. [Speaking in an undertone.] On ze left 'and side of ze Campo--
AGNES. Non, non--tout haut.
FORTUNE. [Aloud, with a slight shrug of the shoulders.] On ze left 'and side of ze Campo--
AGNES. Yes.
FORTUNE. In one of ze doorways between Fiorentini's and ze leetle lamp-shop--ze--ze--h'm--ze person.
AGNES. Precisely. Depechez-vous. [FORTUNE bows and retires.] Fortune flatters himself he is engaged in some horrid intrigue. You guess whom I am expecting?
GERTRUDE. The Duke?
AGNES. [Ringing a bell.] I've written to him asking him to call upon me this afternoon while Lucas is at Florian's. [Referring to her watch.]
He is to kick his heels about the Campo till I let him know I am alone.
GERTRUDE. Will he obey you?
AGNES. A week ago he was curious to see the sort of animal I am. If he holds off now, I'll hit upon some other plan. I will come to close quarters with him, if only for five minutes.
GERTRUDE. Good-bye. [They embrace, then walk together to the door.] You still refuse my address?
AGNES. You bat! Didn't you see me make a note of it?
GERTRUDE. You!
AGNES. [Her hand on her heart.] Here.
GERTRUDE. [Gratefully.] Ah! [She goes out.]
AGNES. [At the open door.] Gertrude!
GERTRUDE. [Outside.] Yes?
AGNES. [In a low voice.] Remember, in my thoughts I pace that lonely little room of yours with you. [As if to stop GERTRUDE from re-entering.] Hush! No, no. [She closes the door sharply. NELLA appears.]
AGNES. [Pointing to the box on the table.] Portez ce carton dans ma chambre.
NELLA. [Trying to peep into the box as she carries it.] Signora, se Ella si mettesse questo magnifico abito! Oh! Quanto sarebbe piu bella!
(Signora, if you were to wear this magnificent dress, oh how much more beautiful you would be!)
AGNES. Sssh! Sssh! [NELLA goes out. FORTUNE enters.] Eh, bien?
[FORTUNE glances over his shoulder. The DUKE OF ST. OLPHERTS enters; the wreck of a very handsome man, with delicate features, a polished manner, and a smooth, weary voice. He limps, walking with the aid of a cane. FORTUNE retires.]
AGNES. Duke of St. Olpherts?
ST. OLPHERTS. [Bowing.] Mrs. Ebbsmith?
AGNES. Mr. Cleeve would have opposed this rather out-of-the-way proceeding of mine. He doesn't know I have asked you to call on me today.
ST. OLPHERTS. So I conclude. It gives our meeting a pleasant air of adventure.
AGNES. I shall tell him directly he returns.
ST. OLPHERTS. [Gallantly.] And destroy a cherished secret.
AGNES. You are an invalid. [Motioning him to be seated.] Pray don't stand. [Sitting.] Your Grace is a man who takes life lightly. It will relieve you to hear that I wish to keep sentiment out of any business we have together.
ST. OLPHERTS. I believe I haven't the reputation of being a sentimental man. [Seating himself.] You send for me, Mrs. Ebbsmith--
AGNES. To tell you I have come to regard the suggestion you were good enough to make a week ago--
ST. OLPHERTS. Suggestion?
AGNES. Shakespeare, the musical gla.s.ses, you know--
ST. OLPHERTS. Oh, yes. Ha! Ha!
AGNES. I've come to think it a reasonable one. At the moment I considered it a gross impertinence.
ST. OLPHERTS. Written requests are so dependent on a sympathetic reader.
AGNES. That meeting might have saved you time and trouble.
ST. OLPHERTS. I grudge neither.
AGNES. It might perhaps have shown your Grace that your view of life is too narrow; that your method of dealing with its problems wants variety; that, in point of fact, your employment upon your present mission is distinctly inappropriate. Our meeting today may serve the same purpose.
ST. OLPHERTS. My view of life?
AGNES. That all men and women may safely be judged by the standards of the casino and the dancing-garden.
ST. OLPHERTS. I have found those standards not altogether untrustworthy. My method--?
AGNES. To scoff, to sneer, to ridicule.
ST. OLPHERTS. Ah! And how much is there, my dear Mrs. Ebbsmith, belonging to humanity that survives being laughed at?
