) That isn't an answer. Tell me whether
I have done anything.
CAPT. G. (_Aside_.) If it isn't ended here there will be a ghastly
scene somewhere else. If only I'd written to her and stood the
racket--at long range! (_To Khitmatgar_.) _Han! Simpkin do._ (_Aloud_.)
I'll tell you later on.
MRS. H. Tell me _now_. It must be some foolish misunderstanding, and
you know that there was to be nothing of that sort between us. _We_,
of all people in the world, can't afford it. Is it the Vaynor man, and
don't you like to say so? On my honour--
CAPT. G. I haven't given the Vaynor man a thought.
MRS. H. But how d'you know that _I_ haven't?
CAPT. G. (_Aside_.) Here's my chance and may the Devil help me through
with it. (_Aloud and measuredly_.) Believe me, I do not care how often
or how tenderly you think of the Vaynor man.
MRS. H. I wonder if you mean that.--Oh, what _is_ the good of squabbling
and pretending to misunderstand when you are only up for so short a
time? Pip, don't be a stupid!
_Follows a pause, during which he crosses his left leg over his right
and continues his dinner_.
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