MRS. G. It's the same with all musical instruments, What shall it be?
CAPT. G. “Vanity,” and let the hills hear. (Sings through the first and hal' of the second verse. Turning to MRS. G.) Now, chorus! Sing, Pussy!
BOTH TOGETHER. (Con brio, to the horror of the monkeys who are settling for the night.)—
“Vanity, all is Vanity,” said Wisdom, scorning me—
I clasped my true Love's tender hand and answered frank and free-ee
“If this be Vanity who'd be wise? If this be Vanity who'd be wise?
If this be Vanity who'd be wi-ise (Crescendo.) Vanity let it be!”
MRS. G. (Defiantly to the grey of the evening sky.) “Vanity let it be!”
ECHO. (Prom the Fagoo spur.) Let it be!
FATIMA
And you may go in every room of the house and see everything that is there, but into the Blue Room you must not go.—The Story of Blue Beard.
SCENE.—The GADSBYS' bungalow in the Plains. Time, 11 A. M. on a Sunday morning. Captain GADSBY, in his shirt-sleeves, is bending over a complete set of Hussar's equipment, from saddle to picketing-rope, which is neatly spread over the floor of his study. He is smoking an unclean briar, and his forehead is puckered with thought.