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Marg: Her first husband is not a eotton manufacturer, but
a big financier, and, of course, it would'nt do to
deceive him with a tenor....
Gil-
Ha! Ha!
Marg: What strikes you so funny?
So you deceased him with a tenor? I did'nt know that.
Gil)
Marg:
Whoever said so?
Why you yourself just now,
Gil:
How so? I say, the heroine of the book deceives her
Margi
husband with a baritone.
Base would have been more supplime, mezzo-soprane more
Gil:
piquant.
Then she does'nt go to Munich but to Dresden; and there
Marg:
has an affair with a sculptor.
That’s me--veiled
Gil:
Very much coiled, I rather fear. The sculptor, as it
Marg:
happens, is young, handsome, and a genus. In suite of
that, she leaves him.
For-
Gil:
Guess.
Marg:
A j Bcko y, I fancy.
Gil:
Marg: Wrotch!
Gil: A count, a prince of the Empire?
Marg: Wrong. An arch-duke.
Gil: I must say, you have spared no costa.
Marg: Yes, an arch-duke who gave up the court for her sake,
married her and emigrated with her to the Camary Islands.
- Marg.
Gil:- The Canary Islands--splendid! And then--? With the dis-
Marg: embarkation – –
Ollse—In Canaryland.
Marg:- The story ends.
Gil: Good. I'm very much interested, especially in the veiling.
Marg: You, yourself would'nt recognise me were it not for--
Gil: What?