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Hobbes, John Oliver; Moore, George: The fool's hour: the first act of a comedy
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By John Oliver Hobbes and George Moore 269
Julia. Is Cyril going there, too ?
Mandeville. I believe that he has an invitation, but I will
persuade him to refuse it, if you would prefer him to remain at
home.
Julia. You are very kind, Mr. Mandeville, but it is a matter of
indifference to me where Lord Aprile goes.
Mandeville. Perhaps I ought not to have mentioned this to
you ?
Julia. [Jnnoyed.] It does not make the least difference. In
fact, I am delighted to think that you are taking Cyril out into
the world. He is wretched in this house. {With heroistn.] I am
glad to think that he knows any one so interesting and clever and
beautiful as Sarah Sparrow. I suppose she would be considered
beautiful ?
Mandeville. [With a profound glance.~\ One can forget her—
sometimes.
Julia. [Looping down."] Perhaps—when I am as old as she is—
I shall be prettier than I am at present.
Mandeville. You always Said you liked my voice. We never
see anything of each other now. I once thought that—well—
that you might like me better. Are you sure you are not angry
with me because I am taking Cyril to this rehearsal ?
Julia. Quite sure. Why should I care where Cyril goes ? I
only wish that I, too, might go to the theatre to-night, What
part do you play ? And what do you sing ? A Serenade ?
Mandeville. [dstounded.] Yes. How on earth did you guess
that ? The costume is, of course, picturesque, and that is the great
thing in an opera. A few men can sing—after a fashion—but to
find the right clothes to sing in—that shows the true artist.
Julia. And Sarah ; does she look her part ?
Mandeville. Well, I do not like to say anything against her,
but
Julia. Is Cyril going there, too ?
Mandeville. I believe that he has an invitation, but I will
persuade him to refuse it, if you would prefer him to remain at
home.
Julia. You are very kind, Mr. Mandeville, but it is a matter of
indifference to me where Lord Aprile goes.
Mandeville. Perhaps I ought not to have mentioned this to
you ?
Julia. [Jnnoyed.] It does not make the least difference. In
fact, I am delighted to think that you are taking Cyril out into
the world. He is wretched in this house. {With heroistn.] I am
glad to think that he knows any one so interesting and clever and
beautiful as Sarah Sparrow. I suppose she would be considered
beautiful ?
Mandeville. [With a profound glance.~\ One can forget her—
sometimes.
Julia. [Looping down."] Perhaps—when I am as old as she is—
I shall be prettier than I am at present.
Mandeville. You always Said you liked my voice. We never
see anything of each other now. I once thought that—well—
that you might like me better. Are you sure you are not angry
with me because I am taking Cyril to this rehearsal ?
Julia. Quite sure. Why should I care where Cyril goes ? I
only wish that I, too, might go to the theatre to-night, What
part do you play ? And what do you sing ? A Serenade ?
Mandeville. [dstounded.] Yes. How on earth did you guess
that ? The costume is, of course, picturesque, and that is the great
thing in an opera. A few men can sing—after a fashion—but to
find the right clothes to sing in—that shows the true artist.
Julia. And Sarah ; does she look her part ?
Mandeville. Well, I do not like to say anything against her,
but