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. 1906 Excerpt: ...Ferdinand front of table.) Where is Mrs. Greenwood? Greenwood. (c.) It's most tiresome. You know I arranged to go to the office for a few minutes just to sign--. Coleman. (l. C.) Must you go now? Greenwood. I had better--I can do all there is to be done and be back in an hour. Perhaps by that time Mrs. Greenwood will ...
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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. 1906 Excerpt: ...Ferdinand front of table.) Where is Mrs. Greenwood? Greenwood. (c.) It's most tiresome. You know I arranged to go to the office for a few minutes just to sign--. Coleman. (l. C.) Must you go now? Greenwood. I had better--I can do all there is to be done and be back in an hour. Perhaps by that time Mrs. Greenwood will have found herself. (going up) Coleman. You'd better have a bit of lunch and a glass of wine before you go. Greenwood. Not a morsel, not a drop, thank you. My Indian liver won't stand trifling with, I never take tiffin. Coleman. Mr. Grey I dare say will show you the way. (grey goes to Mr. Greenwood) I won't leave Mrs. Coleman just now. Greenwood. (goes up with Grey C.--as they go out) I assure you, Mr. Grey, if I had had the slightest idea that Mrs. Greenwood could have disappeared in this way, as she constantly does, I don't know that I should have married her. (Exit Greenwood and Grey C. to L.) (Enter Mildred, door 1... and kneels before her mother. who is seated in chair L. of table.) Mildred. Oh, mamma, mamma! Ferdinand. Oh, she's at it now. Mrs. Coleman. (to Mildred) My precious! (ferdinand goes up R. and across back to Coleman o.) Coleman. You mustn't mind her, Bibary. She'll be better presently. Ferdinand. (up R. C.) Is she often like this? Coleman. (up c.) Oh, dear no. Not often, only when she is married. Mrs. Coleman. What's the matter, Milly darling? (soothing her) (ferdinand crosses to fireplace.) Mildred. Markham says she is positive she was lovely and beautifully dressed. Mrs. Coleman. Who--my dear--Markham? Mildred. Ferdinand's first wife. Markham talked to me of nothing else all the time she was helping me to change my dress. Ferdinand. (l., aside) Confound it! What's coming now? Coleman. (c.) My dear, she's dead and gone. Ferdin...
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