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George M. Baker Under a Veil: A Comedietta in One Act

Beg pardon, sir.
Cha. (lazily) . All right.
Pri. Beg pardon, sir, exceedingly sorry to disturb you; (to Waiter) he’s asleep.
Cha. (snores) .
Pri. (loudly) . I’m really very sorry to wake you, sir.
Cha. (still lying on sofa) . What! you don’t mean to say it’s twelve.
Pri. Twelve! ah, to be sure, the hour I was to wake him for the ball. No, sir, it’s only ten o’clock; but (looking at him) he’s asleep again—the devil! (Calling loudly.) I’m really pained to awake you, sir—
Cha. (half rising and yawning) . What on earth’s the matter? Oh, it’s you, Mr. Red Lion, is it?
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George M. Baker Under a Veil: A Comedietta in One Act

If you’ve any such intentions, sir, pray remember that I’m in the hotel.
Cha. Very good; only just remember, that, in not setting fire to the hotel, I’m saving your life. (A pause.) By the way, madam, now I come to think of it, you do not love your husband.
Luc. Sir!
Cha. When one is compelled to separate one’s self from a husband that one loves, one is not so light-hearted as you were just now, and—
Luc. Really, sir!
Cha. Madam, pardon me, but you do not evidently possess a husband who would make you cry out in the words of Sterne, “Oh, Love, king of gods and men!”
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George M. Baker Under a Veil: A Comedietta in One Act

Well, sir, proceed, as you consider yourself aggrieved; only remember that I trust to your feelings as a gentleman, and your discretion.
Cha. Madam, you may depend upon it. (Wheeling arm-chair to door, and speaking through keyhole.) Are you married?
Luc. (affronted and aside) . Upon my word! (Aloud.) Do you call that discretion, sir?
Cha. Most certainly; as a subject of conversation I see nothing against it. Society prescribes certain forms of conversation; and, to ascertain what forms to use, one must know whether one is speaking to a widow or a young girl, to an old maid or a married woman.
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