DOI article:
Hobbes, John Oliver; Moore, George: The fool's hour: the first act of a comedy
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20196#0278
272
The Fool's Hour
live. Dear mother, be reasonable. [TW« to kiss her. She remains
quite frigid.J
[Footman enters.']
Footman. The dog-cart is at the door, my lord.
Cyril. You think it well over and you will see that I am
perfectly right. Come 011, Mandeville, we shall miss the train.
Make haste : there is no time to be polite. [He goes out, dragging
Mandeville after him, and ignoring Julia.]
Lord Dol. Was that my son ? I am ashamed of him ! To
desert us in this rude, insolent, heartless manner. If I had
whipped him more and loved him less, he would not have been
leaving me to Iodge with a God knows who. I disown him !
The fool!
Lady Dol. If you have anything to say, blame me! Cyril has
the noblest heart in the world ; / am the fool.
Curtain.
The Fool's Hour
live. Dear mother, be reasonable. [TW« to kiss her. She remains
quite frigid.J
[Footman enters.']
Footman. The dog-cart is at the door, my lord.
Cyril. You think it well over and you will see that I am
perfectly right. Come 011, Mandeville, we shall miss the train.
Make haste : there is no time to be polite. [He goes out, dragging
Mandeville after him, and ignoring Julia.]
Lord Dol. Was that my son ? I am ashamed of him ! To
desert us in this rude, insolent, heartless manner. If I had
whipped him more and loved him less, he would not have been
leaving me to Iodge with a God knows who. I disown him !
The fool!
Lady Dol. If you have anything to say, blame me! Cyril has
the noblest heart in the world ; / am the fool.
Curtain.