Capt. M. For your life and your love--ride, Gaddy--And God bless you!
Throws half a pound of rice at G. who disappears, bowed forward on the saddle,
in a cloud of sunlit dust.
Capt. M. I've lost old Gaddy. (Lights cigarette and strolls off, singing
absently):--
"You may carve it on his tombstone, you may cut it on his card,
That a young man married is a young man marred!"
Miss DEERCOURT. (From her horse.) Really, Captain Mafflin! You are more plain
spoken than polite!
Capt. M. (Aside.) They say marriage is like cholera. 'Wonder who'll be the next
victim.
White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet. Left
wondering.
THE GARDEN OF EDEN And ye shall be as--Gods!
SCENE. Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking little
wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead Forest of Fagoo; on the right,
Simla Hills. In background, line of the Snows. CAPTAIN GADSBY, now three weeks
a husband, is smoking the pipe of peace on a rug in the sunshine. Banjo and
tobacco-pouch on rug. Overhead the Fagoo eagles. Mrs. G. comes out of bungalow.
Mrs. G. My husband!
Capt. G. (Lazily, with intense enjoyment.) Eh, wha-at? Say that again.
Mrs. G. I've written to Mamma and told her that we shall be back on the 17th.
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