Lady Patricia: A comedy in three acts

by Rudolf Besier

Scold me, Dean, scold me! I meant the word, but hadn’t the pluck to say it.

(The Dean laughs.)

Michael.

And how do you like our little eyrie, Mrs. O’Farrel?

Mrs. O’Farrel.

Charming, Michael, charming! It’s quite worth getting—getting—give me the word, Clare.

Clare.

Winded.

Mrs. O’Farrel.

(Laughs and pats Clare’s cheek.) Yes, it’s quite worth getting punctured—and winded—to see the view from here, Michael. How like you and Patricia to think of such a piece of arboreal sentimentality! Now whose idea—— (Perceives Lady Patricia for the first time.) Why, Patricia!