Anyhow, the head was off, and Jack was punching old Van Loo in the ribs to make
him get up. Now you know all about it, dear, and now--
Mrs. G. You want me to go, of course. You never told me about this, though I've
been married to you for ever so long; and you never would have told me if I
hadn't found out; and you never do tell me anything about yourself, or what you
do, or what you take an interest in.
Capt. G. Darling, I'm always with you, aren't I?
Mrs. G. Always in my pocket, you were going to say. I know you are; but you are
always thinking away from me.
Capt. G. (Trying to hide a smile.) Am I? I wasn't aware of it. I'm awf'ly
sorry.
Mrs. G. (Piteously.) Oh, don't make fun of me! Pip, you know what I mean. When
you are reading one of those things about Cavalry, by that idiotic Prince--why
doesn't he be a Prince instead of a stable-boy?
Capt. G. Prince Kraft a stable-boy--Oh, my Aunt! Never mind, dear. You were
going to say?
Mrs. G. It doesn't matter; you don't care for what I say. Only--only you get up
and walk about the room, staring in front of you, and then Mafflin comes in to
dinner, and after I'm in the drawing-room I can hear you and him talking, and
talking, and talking, about things I can't understand, and--oh, I get so tired
and feel so lonely!--I don't want to complain and be a trouble, Pip; but I do
indeed I do!
Capt.
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