Let my coat alone. It will do very well as
it is. Put it down.
LADY CICIELY. Oh, don't ask me to sit doing nothing. It bores me
so.
BRASSBOUND. In Heaven's name then, do what you like! Only don't
worry me with it.
LADY CICELY. I'm so sorry. All the Hallams are irritable.
BRASSBOUND (penning up his fury with difficulty). As I have
already said, that remark has no application to me.
LADY CICELY (resuming her stitching). That's so funny! They all
hate to be told that they are like one another.
BRASSBOUND (with the beginnings of despair in his voice). Why did
you come here? My trap was laid for him, not for you. Do you know
the danger you are in?
LADY CICELY. There's always a danger of something or other. Do you
think it's worth bothering about?
BRASSBOUND (scolding her). Do I THINK! Do you think my coat's
worth mending?
LADY CICELY (prosaically). Oh yes: it's not so far gone as that.
BRASSBOUND. Have you any feeling? Or are you a fool?
LADY CICELY. I'm afraid I'm a dreadful fool. But I can't help it.
I was made so, I suppose.
BRASSBOUND. Perhaps you don't realize that your friend my good
uncle will be pretty fortunate if he is allowed to live out his
life as a slave with a set of chains on him?
LADY CICELY. Oh, I don't know about that, Mr. H--I mean Captain
Brassbound. Men are always thinking that they are going to do
something grandly wicked to their enemies; but when it comes to
the point, really bad men are just as rare as really good ones.
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