The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

And—if you've ever bestowed a thought on me since the old Paris days—in a way you can scarcely have expected.

Lady Filson.

[Turning to the writing-table to conceal her repugnance.] Scarcely.

Sir Randle.

Scarcely.

Philip.

[To Sir Randle.] Oh, I am not vain enough, Sir Randle, to flatter myself that what you have heard from Ottoline gives you and Lady Filson unmixed pleasure. On the contrary——

Lady Filson.

[Gulping.] Pleasure! [Unable to repress herself.] Unmixed—! Ho, ho, ho, ho——!

Sir Randle.