Fashionable Philosophy, and Other SketchesOliphant, Laurence
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Fashionable Philosophy, and Other Sketches
Oliphant, Laurence
English literature -- 19th century
_Mrs Plumper_. Why, Adolphus, where have you been? Excuse me, madam; I
did not see that you were upon my husband's arm. Perhaps he'll have the
goodness to present his wife to you.
_El_. His wife! her husband! [_Screams--faints_.]
_Mrs P_. Yes, madam. You may well scream, "His wife! her husband!" and
then pretend to faint. Who else's wife do you suppose I am?
_Ad_. I am sorry I have no time for explanation now, as I must attend to
this young lady; but if you will have the kindness to hold my hat, Mr
Flamm. [_Hands his hat to_ Flamm.] And you, madam, to take care of
these. [_Takes off his wig and spectacles and hands them to_ Mrs
Plumper.] Your own senses will explain a good deal. As you may have
already discovered, I am not Mr Plumper at all; in fact, I perceive him
approaching. Help me to hold her head a little higher, please Mr Flamm;
and Mrs Plumper, kindly undo the back of her dress, or her stays, or her
_chiton_, or whatever is underneath, and let go everything generally, so
as to give her a chance of breathing.
_Enter_ Plumper.
_Fl_. Here, Plumper, you're a medical man, just come in the nick of
time. This gentleman here has been personating you for some reason or
other, and the discovery caused the young lady to faint. Mysterious,
isn't it?
_Ad_. Not at all, when you come to know the circumstances. Here is my
card; and you will find me ready to make any apology or offer you any
satisfaction you may require. Meantime, Dr Plumper, let me implore you
to assist me in bringing her to.
_Pl_. There now, my gug-gug-good lady, take a smell of this. There now,
we are beginning to feel beb-beb-better already. [_Aside_.] Most
extraordinary coincidence, Flamm: this is the same lady and gentleman we
travelled up to town with a kuk-kuk-couple of months ago; and you
remarked upon our wonderful resemblance to each other. Horrid bob-bob-
bore, a fellow's being so like you; he can pip-pip-play all sorts of
tricks upon you. Just a chance he did not get me into a did-did-devil of
a scrape with Jemima.
_Fl_. [_aside_]. Well, you can always pay him off in his own coin--that
is, if you shave your head, and throw away your spectacles, and give up
stammering.
_Pl_. [_aside_]. But I can't--that's where he has the pup-pup-pull over
me. [_Aloud_.] There now, one or two bib-bib-breaths, and we are all
right. Now, dud-dud-don't go off again; it can be all satisfactorily
explained. [_Aside_.] Hang me if I know how!
_El_. [_opens her eyes while_ Plumper _is bending over her--screams_].
Oh, Adolphus!--[_shuts them again_]
_Pl_. There, there, my gug-gug-good lady, I'm not Adolphus; at least I
am Adolphus, bub-bub-but not your Adolphus. Here, Mr Gresham, if you're
her Ad-dod-dod-dod-ol-phus, you'd better take her.
_El_. [_opens her eyes, sees_ Adolphus _bending over her--screams_]. Oh,
where am I?--[_shuts them again_.]
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