Surely it's the very
first qualification for tolerable social intercourse.
THE GENERAL [markedly] I hope you will always tell ME the truth,
my darling, at all events.
EDITH [complacently coming to the fireplace] You can depend on me
for that, Uncle Boxer.
HOTCHKISS. Are you sure you have any adequate idea of what the
truth about a military man really is?
REGINALD [aggressively] Whats the truth about you, I wonder?
HOTCHKISS. Oh, quite unfit for publication in its entirety. If
Miss Bridgenorth begins telling it, I shall have to leave the
room.
REGINALD. I'm not at all surprised to hear it. [Rising] But whats
it got to do with our business here to-day? Is it you thats going
to be married or is it Edith?
HOTCHKISS. I'm so sorry, I get so interested in myself that I
thrust myself into the front of every discussion in the most
insufferable way. [Reginald, with an exclamation of disgust,
crosses the kitchen towards the study door]. But, my dear
Rejjy, are you quite sure that Miss Bridgenorth is going to be
married? Are you, Miss Bridgenorth?
Before Edith has time to answer her mother returns with Leo and
Lesbia.
LEO. Yes, here she is, of course. I told you I heard her dash
downstairs.
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