.. and I, with Roguery. Loved Folly! Sweet Roguery! O
Yolande, let us fly from empty state, from this mockery of life and
learn the sweet joys of ... of beggary, and, crowned with poverty, clasp
life--"
MYSELF, myself interrupting:
By the way, my dear, you'll understand,
Though this is very fine,
Still, her Grace's counsel to Yolande
Must not be in your line!
Not that I'd have you wed for wealth,
Or many a beggar-man by stealth,
But I would have you, if you can--
GILL: Marry some strong, stern, silent man,
Named Mark, and with hair slightly gray by the ears!
Now he's just the sort who would bore me to tears.
If I for a husband feel ever inclined,
I shall choose quite an ordin'ry husband--the kind
With plenty of money and nothing to do,
With a nice, comfy house, and a motor or two--
MYSELF: That's all very fine, miss, but what would you do
If he, by some ill-chance, quite penniless grew?
GILL: Oh, why then--why, of course,
I should get a divorce--
MYSELF: A divorce? Gracious heaven! For goodness' sake--
GILL: 'Twould be the most dignified action to take!
MYSELF: Pray, what in the world of such things do you know?
GILL: Well, father, like you--each day older I grow.
Pages:
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214