The
Fabian touch, you know.
BANNAL. [coming to her encouragingly] A jolly good little play,
Miss O'Dowda. Mind: I dont say it's like one of Shakespear's--Hamlet
or The Lady of Lyons, you know--but still, a firstrate little bit of
work. [He shakes her hand].
GUNN. [following Bannal's example] I also, Miss O'Dowda. Capital.
Charming. [He shakes hands].
VAUGHAN [with maudlin solemnity] Only be true to yourself, Miss
O'Dowda. Keep serious. Give up making silly jokes. Sustain the note
of passion. And youll do great things.
FANNY. You think I have a future?
TROTTER. You have a past, Miss O'Dowda.
FANNY. [looking apprehensively at her father] Sh-sh-sh!
THE COUNT. A past! What do you mean, Mr Trotter?
TROTTER. [to Fanny] You cant deceive me. That bit about the
police was real. Youre a Suffraget, Miss O'Dowda. You were on that
Deputation.
THE COUNT. Fanny: is this true?
FANNY. It is. I did a month with Lady Constance Lytton; and I'm
prouder of it than I ever was of anything or ever shall be again.
TROTTER. Is that any reason why you should stuff naughty plays down
my throat?
FANNY. Yes: itll teach you what it feels like to be forcibly fed.
THE COUNT. She will never return to Venice. I feel now as I felt
when the Campanile fell.
_Savoyard comes in through the curtains._
SAVOYARD. [to the Count] Would you mind coming to say a word of
congratulation to the company? Theyre rather upset at having had no
curtain call.
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