You were brought up to believe in a heaven and all that,
weren't you?
MRS. G. Yes. But it was a pincushion heaven, with hymn-books in all
the pews.
CAPT. G. (_Wagging his head with intense conviction._) Never
mind. There is a _pukka_ heaven.
MRS. G. Where do you bring that message from, my prophet?
CAPT. G. Here! Because we care for each other. So it's all right.
MRS. G. (_As a troop of langurs crash through the branches._) So it's
all right. But Darwin says that we came from _those!_
CAPT. G. (_Placidly._) Ah! Darwin was never in love with an angel.
That settles it. Sstt, you brutes! Monkeys, indeed! You shouldn't read
those books.
MRS. G. (_Folding her hands._) If it pleases my Lord the King to issue
proclamation.
CAPT. G. Don't, dear one. There are no orders between us. Only I'd
_rather_ you didn't. They lead to nothing, and bother people's heads.
MRS. G. Like your first engagement.
CAPT.G. (_With an immense calm._) That was a necessary evil and led
to you. Are _you_ nothing?
MRS. G. Not so very much, am I?
CAPT. G. All this world and the next to me.
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