But why should it?
George.
It shall never be my fault, Marie.
Marie.
Certainly never mine. But what I wanted to say,--I had the large mahogany bookcase repolished. Is that satisfactory?
George.
Anything you choose to do is satisfactory to me.
Marie.
[Hesitatingly.] And then--I must tell you, George, something important. When I unpacked the bookcase, I found a blue manuscript.