G. I'm not sure. I was too interested in myself to know much
about it. Anyhow, the head was off, and Jack was punching old Van Loo
in the ribs to make him get up. Now you know all about it, dear, and
now--
MRS. G. You want me to go, of course. You never told me about this,
though I've been married to you for _ever_ so long; and you never
_would_ have told me if I hadn't found out; and you never _do_ tell
me anything about yourself, or what you do, or what you take an interest
in.
CAPT. G. Darling, I'm always with you, aren't I?
MRS. G. Always in my pocket, you were going to say. I know you are;
but you are always _thinking_ away from me.
CAPT. G. (_Trying to hide a smile._) Am I? I wasn't aware of it. I'm
awf'ly sorry.
MRS. G. (_Piteously._) Oh, don't make fun of me! Pip, you know what
I mean. When you are reading one of those things about Cavalry, by
that idiotic Prince--why doesn't he _be_ a Prince instead of a
stable-boy?
CAPT. G. Prince Kraft a stable-boy--Oh, my Aunt! Never mind, dear.
You were going to say?
MRS. G. It doesn't matter; you don't care for what I say. Only--only
you get up and walk about the room, staring in front of you, and then
Mafflin comes in to dinner, and after I'm in the drawing-room I can
hear you and him talking, and talking, and talking, about things I
can't understand, and--oh, I get _so_ tired and feel _so_ lonely!--I
don't want to complain and be a trouble, Pip; but I do--indeed I do!
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