What a mess you keep
your table in!
Capt. G. Don' ttouch it. There's a method in my madness, though you mightn't
think of it.
Mrs. G. (At table.) I want to look - Do you keep accounts, Pip?
Capt. G. (Bending over saddlery.) Of a sort. Are you rummaging among the Troop
papers? Be careful.
Mrs. G. Why? I sha'n't disturb anything. Good gracious! I had no idea that you
had anything to do with so many sick horses.
Capt. G. 'Wish I hadn't, but they insist on falling sick. Minnie, if 1 were you
I really should not investigate those papers. You may come across something
that you won't like.
Mrs. G. Why will you always treat me like a child? I know I'm not displacing
the horrid things.
Capt. G. (Resignedly.) Very well, then. Don't blame me if anything happens.
Play with the table and let me go on with the saddlery. (Slipping hand into
trousers-pocket.) Oh, the deuce!
Mrs. G. (Her back to G.) What's that for?
Capt. G. Nothing. (Aside.) There's not much in it, but I wish I'd torn it up.
Mrs. G. (Turning over contents of table.) I know you'll hate me for this; but I
do want to see what your work is like. (A pause.) Pip, what are "farcybuds"?
Capt. G. Hah! Would you really like to know? They aren't pretty things.
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