DOI article:
Simpson, Frederick M.: The dedication
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By Fred M. Simpson 169
Harold. I can't be always dangling at your apron-strings.
Lucy. Harold !
Harold. If we are going to be married, we-
Lucy. If?
Harold. Well, when, if you like it better ; we shall see enough
of one another then. I have written to you, it isn't as though I
hadn't done that.
Lucy. But that is not the same thing as seeing you ; and your
letters, too, have been so scrappy. [Harold throws himself into the
arm-chair.~\ They used to be so different before your book came out.
Harold. I had more time then.
Lucy. I sometimes wish that it had never been published at all,
that you had never written it, or, at all events, that it had never
been such a success.
Harold. That's kind, at all events—deuced kind and considerate !
Lucy. It seems to have come between us as a barrier. When I
think how eagerly we looked forward to its appearance, what
Castles in the air we built as to how happy we were going to be,
and all the things we were going to do, if it were a success, and
now to think that-
Harold. [Jumps uß.~\ Look here, Lucy, I'm damned if—I can't
stand this much longer ! Nag, nag, nag ! 1 can't stand it. I am
worked off my head during the day, I am out half the night,
and when I come here for a little quiet, a little rest, its—[Breaks
oß suddenly],
Lucy. I am so sorry. If I had thought-
Harold. Can't you see that you are driving me mad ? I have
been here half an hour, and the whole of the time it has been
nothing but reproaches.
Lucy. I don't think they would have affected you so much if
you hadn't feit that you deserved them !
Harold.
Harold. I can't be always dangling at your apron-strings.
Lucy. Harold !
Harold. If we are going to be married, we-
Lucy. If?
Harold. Well, when, if you like it better ; we shall see enough
of one another then. I have written to you, it isn't as though I
hadn't done that.
Lucy. But that is not the same thing as seeing you ; and your
letters, too, have been so scrappy. [Harold throws himself into the
arm-chair.~\ They used to be so different before your book came out.
Harold. I had more time then.
Lucy. I sometimes wish that it had never been published at all,
that you had never written it, or, at all events, that it had never
been such a success.
Harold. That's kind, at all events—deuced kind and considerate !
Lucy. It seems to have come between us as a barrier. When I
think how eagerly we looked forward to its appearance, what
Castles in the air we built as to how happy we were going to be,
and all the things we were going to do, if it were a success, and
now to think that-
Harold. [Jumps uß.~\ Look here, Lucy, I'm damned if—I can't
stand this much longer ! Nag, nag, nag ! 1 can't stand it. I am
worked off my head during the day, I am out half the night,
and when I come here for a little quiet, a little rest, its—[Breaks
oß suddenly],
Lucy. I am so sorry. If I had thought-
Harold. Can't you see that you are driving me mad ? I have
been here half an hour, and the whole of the time it has been
nothing but reproaches.
Lucy. I don't think they would have affected you so much if
you hadn't feit that you deserved them !
Harold.