By Jove, that reminds me! I know I hadn't come
across just for the pleasure of your society. News! Great news! Markyn
told me.
DOONE. Who's dead now?
BLAYNE. No one that I know of; but Gaddy's hooked at last!
DROPPING CHORUS. How much? The Devil! Markyn was pulling your leg. Not
GADDY!
BLAYNE. (Humming.) 'Yea, verily, verily, verily! Verily, verily, I
say unto thee.' Theodore, the gift o' God! Our Phillup! It's been
given out up above.
MACKESY. (_Barrister-at-Law_.) Huh! Women will give out anything. What
does accused say?
BLAYNE. Markyn told me that he congratulated him warily--one hand held
out, t'other ready to guard. Gaddy turned pink and said it was so.
CURTISS. Poor old Gaddy! They all do it. Who's _she?_ Let's hear the
details.
BLAYNE. She's a girl--daughter of a Colonel Somebody.
DOONE. Simla's stiff with Colonels' daughters. Be more explicit.
BLAYNE. Wait a shake. What _was_ her name? Three--something. Three--
CURTISS. Stars, perhaps. Gaddy knows _that_ brand.
BLAYNE. Threegan--Minnie Threegan.
MACKESY. Threegan! Isn't she a little bit of a girl with red hair?
BLAYNE.
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