PERSONS.
Margarets
Clement
3.
Gilbert,
Seene:-Moderately voll, but quite inexpensively furnished
apartment occupied by Margarety. A small Elreplace,
a table, a small escritoire, a settee, a wardrobe
cabinet, twoman andows in the back, entrances left and
right.
As the curtain soles, Clement, dressed in a modish,
tarnished-gras sack-suit, is discoverednslining
in a fautail near the Nreplace. He is making a
cigarette and perusing a newspaper, Margarett is
standing at the window. She walks back and forth,
finally goes up directly behind Clement, and play-
fully mussea his hair. Evidently she has something
troublesome on her mind.
Clem:- (resding, solzes her hand and kisses it) Horner’s
certain about his piek and double certain about mine;
Waterloo five to one; Barometer twenty to one:
Busserl seven to one: Attilla sixteen to one.
Marg.
Sixteen to one?
Clem: Lord Byron one and one half to one--that's us, my dear.
Marg: I know.
Clem: Besides, it’s sixteen weeks yet to the Handieap.
Marg: Apparently, he looks upon it as a elean "run-avay".
Clen. Not quite--but where did you piek up your turf-linge?
: Oh, I used this sort, of talk before I know you. Is
Margarets
Clement
3.
Gilbert,
Seene:-Moderately voll, but quite inexpensively furnished
apartment occupied by Margarety. A small Elreplace,
a table, a small escritoire, a settee, a wardrobe
cabinet, twoman andows in the back, entrances left and
right.
As the curtain soles, Clement, dressed in a modish,
tarnished-gras sack-suit, is discoverednslining
in a fautail near the Nreplace. He is making a
cigarette and perusing a newspaper, Margarett is
standing at the window. She walks back and forth,
finally goes up directly behind Clement, and play-
fully mussea his hair. Evidently she has something
troublesome on her mind.
Clem:- (resding, solzes her hand and kisses it) Horner’s
certain about his piek and double certain about mine;
Waterloo five to one; Barometer twenty to one:
Busserl seven to one: Attilla sixteen to one.
Marg.
Sixteen to one?
Clem: Lord Byron one and one half to one--that's us, my dear.
Marg: I know.
Clem: Besides, it’s sixteen weeks yet to the Handieap.
Marg: Apparently, he looks upon it as a elean "run-avay".
Clen. Not quite--but where did you piek up your turf-linge?
: Oh, I used this sort, of talk before I know you. Is