Rob Storrs

Act I, page 17


GWENDOLINE. How long do you remain in town?

JACK.    Till Monday.

GWENDOLINE. Good! AIgy, you may turn round now.

ALGY.    Thanks, I've turned round already.

GWENDOLINE. (To ALGY) You may also ring the bell.

JACK.    You will let me see you to your carriage, my own darling.

GWENDOLINE. Certainly.

JACK.    (To LANE, who now appears in hall) I will see Miss Fairfax out.

LANE.    Yes, sir.

(Exeunt JACK and GWENDOLINE.  LANE re-enters room and presents two letters on salver to ALGY, who is seated at desk up C. It is to be surmised that they are bills, for ALGY tears them up.)

ALGY.    A glass of sherry, Lane.

LANE.    Yes, sir.

ALGY.    To-morrow, Lane, I'm going Bunburying.

LANE.    Yes, sir.

ALGY.    I shall probably not be back till Monday.  You can put up my dress clothes, my smoking jacket, and all the Bunbury suits.

LANE.    Yes, sir. (Handing sherry.)

ALGY.    I hope tomorrow will be a fine day, Lane.

LANE.    It never is, sir.

ALGY.    Lane, you are a perfect pessimist.

LANE.    I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.

(Exit. ALGY crosses to table and puts glass down.)

JACK    (Enters) There's a sensible, intellectual girl; the only girl I ever cared for in my life.    (ALGY is laughing immoderately.) What on earth are you so amused at? ALGY.    Oh, I'm a little anxious about poor Bunbury, that is all.

JACK.    If you don't take care, your friend Bunbury will get you into a serious scrape some day.

ALGY.    I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious.

JACK.    Oh, that's nonsense, AIgy, you never talk anything but nonsense.

ALGY.    Nobody ever does. Besides, I love nonsense! (JACK looks indignantly and leaves the room.  ALGERNON lights a cigarette, reads shirt cuff, and smiles) The Manor House, Woolton, Hertfordshire.