Part 17 (1/2)
MRS. SLADDER: But you mustn't come in here. We mustn't disturb father.
ERMYNTRUDE: I want to speak to father.
MRS. SLADDER: Whatever about, Ermyntrude?
ERMYNTRUDE (_taps the arm of the chair_): O, nothing, mother. Only about that idea of his.
MRS. SLADDER: What idea, child?
ERMYNTRUDE: O, that idea he had, that--er--I was some day to marry a duke.
MRS. SLADDER: And why shouldn't you marry a duke, child? I am sure father would make it worth his while.
ERMYNTRUDE: O well, I don't think I want to, mother.
MRS. SLADDER: But why not, Ermyntrude?
ERMYNTRUDE: O well, you know Mr. Jones----
MRS. SLADDER: That good man!
ERMYNTRUDE: ----did say that dukes were no good, mother. They oppress the poor, I think he said.
MRS. SLADDER: Very true.
ERMYNTRUDE: Well, there you are.
MRS. SLADDER: Yes, yes, of course. At the same time, father had rather set his heart on it. You wouldn't have any other reason now, child, would you?
ERMYNTRUDE: What more do you want, mother? Mr. Jones is a Cabinet Minister; he must know what he's talking about.
MRS. SLADDER: Yes, yes.
ERMYNTRUDE: And I hear he's going to get a peerage.
MRS. SLADDER (_with enthusiasm_): Well, I'm sure he deserves it. But child, you mustn't talk to father to-day. You mustn't stay here any longer.
ERMYNTRUDE: But why not, mother?
MRS. SLADDER: Well, child, he's been smoking one of those big cigars again, and he's absent-like. And he's been talking a good deal with Mr.
Splurge. It's one of his great days, I think, Ermyntrude. I feel sure it is. One of those days that has given us all this money, and all these fine houses, with all those little birds that his gentlemen friends shoot. He has an idea!
ERMYNTRUDE: O, mother, do you really think so?
MRS. SLADDER: I'm sure of it, child. (_Looking out._) There! There he is! Walking along that path that they made. I can see he's got an idea.
How like Napoleon.[*] He's walking with Mr. Splurge. They're coming in now. Come along, Ermyntrude, we mustn't disturb him to-day. He has some great idea, some great idea.
[Footnote *: (N.B.--SLADDER _is not in the very least like Napoleon._)]