Yes, love, of course it will. Come along.
FANNY. Just one thing, papa, whilst we're alone. Who was the
Stagirite?
THE COUNT. The Stagirite? Do you mean to say you dont know?
FANNY. Havnt the least notion.
THE COUNT. The Stagirite was Aristotle. By the way, dont mention him
to Mr Trotter.
_They go to the dining-room._
THE PLAY
ACT I
_In the dining-room of a house in Denmark Hill, an elderly lady sits
at breakfast reading the newspaper. Her chair is at the end of the
oblong dining-table furthest from the fire. There is an empty chair
at the other end. The fireplace is behind this chair; and the door is
next the fireplace, between it and the corner. An arm-chair stands
beside the coal-scuttle. In the middle of the back wall is the
sideboard, parallel to the table. The rest of the furniture is mostly
dining-room chairs, ranged against the walls, and including a baby
rocking-chair on the lady's side of the room. The lady is a placid
person. Her husband, Mr Robin Gilbey, not at all placid, bursts
violently into the room with a letter in his hand._
GILBEY. [grinding his teeth] This is a nice thing. This is a b--
MRS GILBEY. [cutting him short] Leave it at that, please.
Whatever it is, bad language wont make it better.
GILBEY. [bitterly] Yes, put me in the wrong as usual. Take your
boy's part against me. [He flings himself into the empty chair
opposite her].
MRS GILBEY.
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