G. It isn't very far away from you now. Take care the oil on
that bit doesn't come off on your dress.
MRS. G. I wish--I wish so much that I could really help you. I believe
I could--if I left the room. But that's not what I mean.
CAPT. G. (_Aside._) Give me patience! I wish she would go. (_Aloud._)
I assure you you can't do anything for me, Minnie, and I must really
settle down to this. Where's my pouch?
MRS. G. (_Crossing to writing-table._) Here you are, Bear. What a mess
you keep your table in!
CAPT. G. Don't touch it. There's a method in my madness, though you
mightn't think of it.
MRS. G. (_At table._) I want to look-- Do you keep accounts, Pip?
CAPT. G. (_Bending over saddlery._) Of a sort. Are you rummaging among
the Troop papers? Be careful.
MRS. G. Why? I shan't disturb anything. Good gracious! I had no idea
that you had anything to do with so many sick horses.
CAPT. G. 'Wish I hadn't, but they insist on falling sick. Minnie, if
I were you I really should not investigate those papers. You may come
across something that you won't like.
MRS. G. Why will you always treat me like a child? I know I'm not
displacing the horrid things.
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