One knows what one has to expect, but one goes.
(_Enter Jane, showing in Miss Macfarlane._)
Jane.
Miss Macfarlane!
(_Miss Macfarlane shakes hands with Mrs. Denham and Denham, and nods
to Fitzgerald and Vane._)
Miss Macfarlane.
How d'ye do, Fitz? Ah, Vane! you here? Don't run away.
Vane.
Unfortunately I must. The wounds of our last encounter are not yet
healed.
Miss Macfarlane.
Pshaw, man! _I_ don't use poisoned weapons.
Vane.
Ah, Miss Macfarlane, the broadsword is very effective in your hands!
(_Going._)
Fitzgerald.
Oh, Vane, will you dine with me at the Bohemians on Friday? I want
you to hear--
Vane.
The Bohemians? Impossible!
Fitzgerald.
You'll see life, at any rate.
Vane.
My dear fellow, I _have_ seen life. _Don't_ ask me to see it again.
It is a painful spectacle. Adieu!
(_Exit._)
Miss Macfarlane.
(_looking at picture_) Why, what's all this?
Mrs. Denham.
Arthur, I shall never forgive you for destroying your picture--just
because that wretched little creature was spiteful about it.
Denham.
Pooh! He wasn't spiteful. He only told me the truth about it, in his
own jargon.
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