The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three ActsPinero, Arthur Wing
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The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts
Pinero, Arthur Wing
English drama -- 19th century
[_With a nod, sitting on the settee._] Alec——[FRASER _advances_.] My
aunt Harriet, Mrs. Cloys—my husband.
[FRASER _and_ MRS. CLOYS _incline their heads to each
other_. FRASER _then turns away and joins_ CLAUDE _and_
JUSTINA, SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD _following him_.
THEOPHILA _strips off her gloves_.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
Let mother take your bonnet, pet.
THEOPHILA.
[_Her head falling backward, faintly._] Oh, do!
MRS. EMPTAGE.
[_Removing_ THEOPHILA’S _bonnet_.] In your bonnet all day again; your
head must be splitting. _I_ know. Do you remember _my_ head at the
flower-show at Eastbourne?
[MRS. CLOYS _bends over_ THEOPHILA _and helps her to get rid
of her cape_.
THEOPHILA.
Thanks, awfully.
[_She takes her bonnet from_ MRS. EMPTAGE, _and fiercely
begins to roll it in her cape, as if about to crush them
together_.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
[_Uttering a little scream, running round the settee to her._] What are
you doing?
[_There is a general movement._
THEOPHILA.
[_Looking round._] It’s all right. [_With an attempt at a laugh._] Those
things are to be destroyed.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
[_Taking the bonnet and cape from_ THEOPHILA.] Destroyed! They were new
for the case!
THEOPHILA.
Sniff them, mother.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
[_Doing so._] Perfume.
THEOPHILA.
Phew! I intend to burn every thread I’m wearing, and to have a bath
before dinner.
FRASER.
[_Constrainedly._] We were rather unfortunate in the case that is to
follow ours.
THEOPHILA.
Yes. [_Looking straight before her._] There was a patchouli business
waiting to come on after us.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
[_Holding the things at arm’s length._] Oh, dear!
THEOPHILA.
It had been flitting about since the morning. It sat down beside me at
last.
MRS. EMPTAGE.
_It?_
THEOPHILA.
It, it, it. And it was wearing a bonnet almost precisely like mine; and
it looked to be about my own age, and could have had my sort of
complexion if it had chosen——
MRS. CLOYS.
Hush, Theophila——!
THEOPHILA.
[_Hysterically._] Ho, ho, ho! these last two days!
[_Horton enters with tea._
MRS. EMPTAGE.
Here’s tea! Claude, help Justina with the tea-table. Tea is what Theo
needs.
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