Part 11 (1/2)
SHEBA.
No Aunt Tidman flickers a smile at me!
SALOME.
I wouldn't be in her shoes for something!
SHEBA.
Salt in her bed, Salome!
SALOME.
Yes, and the peg out of the rattling window!
[_They grip hands earnestly._
THE DEAN.
Good gracious! Bless me! Girls, your Aunt Georgiana slept at the ”Wheatsheaf,” at Durnstone, last night, and is coming on this morning!
SALOME _and_ SHEBA.
To-day!
THE DEAN.
Blore, tell Willis to get the chaise out.
[_BLORE hurries out._
THE DEAN.
Salome, child, you and I will drive into Durnstone--we may be in time to bring your Aunt over. My hat, Sheba! Quick! [_The clang of the gate bell is heard in the distance._] The bell! [_Looking out of window._]
No--yes--it can't be! [_Speaking in an altered voice._] Children! I wonder if this is your Aunt Georgiana?
[_BLORE appears with a half-frightened, surprised look._
BLORE.
Mrs. Tidman.
_GEORGIANA TIDMAN enters. She is a jovial, noisy woman, very ”horsey”
in manners and appearance, and dressed in p.r.o.nounced masculine style, with billy c.o.c.k hat and coaching coat. The girls cling to each other; THE DEAN recoils._
GEORGIANA.
Well, Gus, my boy, how are you?
THE DEAN.