The Second Mrs. Tanqueray; A Play in Four Acts
Sir Arthur Wing Pinero
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(RareBooksClub.com, May 10, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...and striking the table lightly with her clenched hand. That decides it! There is a general movement. Excitedly to Mrs. Cortelyon, who advances towards her. When do you want her? Mrs. Cortelyon. We go to town this afternoon at five o'clock, and sleep to-night at Bayliss's. There is barely time for her to make her preparations. Paula. I will undertake that she is ready. Mrs. Cortelyon. I've a great deal to scramble through at home too, as you may guess. Good-bye! Paula. Turning away.' Mrs. Cortelyon is going. paula stands looking out of the window, with her back to those in the room. Mrs. Cortelyon. To Drummle. Cayley--Drummle. _To her. Eh? Mrs. Cortelyon. I've gone through it, for the sake of Aubrey and his child, but I--I feel a hundred. Is that a madwoman? Drummle. Of course; all jealous women are mad. He goes ouiwtth Aubrey. Mrs. Cortelyon. Hesitatingly, to Paula. Good-bye, Mrs. Tanqueray. paula inclines her head with the slightest possible movement, then resumes her former position. Ellean comesfrom the hall and takes Mrs. Cortelyon out of the room. After a brief silence, Paula turns with a fierce cry, and hurriedly takes off her coat and hat, and tosses them upon the settee. Paula. Who's that? Oh! Oh! Oh! She drops into the chair as Aubrey returns; he stands looking at her. Aubrey. I--you have altered your mind about going out? Paula. Yes. Please to ring the bell. Aubrey. Touching the bell. You are angry about Mrs. Cortelyon and Ellean. Let me try to explain my reasons--Paula. Be careful what you say to me just now! I have never felt like this--except once--in my life. Be careful what you say to me!, A Servant enters. Paula. _Rising. Is Watts at the door with the cart? Servant. Yes, ma'am. Paula. Tell him to drive down to the post-office directly with t...