CAPT. G. 'Wish I hadn't, but they insist on falling sick. Minnie, if
1 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.
CAPT. G. (Resignedly.) Very well, then. Don't blame me if
anything happens. Play with the table and let me go on with the
saddlery. (Slipping hand into trousers-pocket.) Oh, the deuce!
MRS. G. (Her back to G.) What's that for?
CAPT. G. Nothing. (Aside.) There's not much in it, but I wish I'd
torn it up.
MRS. G. (Turning over contents of table.) I know you'll hate me
for this; but I do want to see what your work is like. (A pause.)
Pip, what are "farcybuds"?
CAPT. G. Hab! Would you really like to know? They aren't
pretty things.
MRS. G. This Journal of Veterinary Science says they are of
"absorbing interest." Tell me.
CAPT. G. (Aside.) It may turn her attention.
Gives a long and designedly loathsome account of glanders and
farcy.
MRS. G. Oh, that's enough. Don't go on!
CAPT. G. But you wanted to know-Then these things suppurate
and matterate and spread-
MRS.
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