She. Unreasonable man! Who asked me to face the situation and
accept it? Tell me, do I look like Mrs. Penner? Do I look like a
naughty woman! Swear I don't! Give me your word of honour, my
honourable friend, that I'm not like Mrs. Buzgago. That's the way
she stands, with her hands clasped at the back of her head. D'you
like that?
He. Don't be affected.
She. I'm not. I'm Mrs. Buzgago. Listen!
Pendant une anne' toute enti?re
Le r‚giment n'a pas r'paru.
Au Minist?re de la Guerre
On le r'porta comme perdu.
On se r'noncait … rtrouver sa trace,
Quand un matin subitement,
On le vit r'para?tre sur la place,
L'Colonel toujours en avant.
That's the way she rolls her r's. Am I like her?
He. No, but I object when you go on like an actress and sing stuff
of that kind. Where in the world did you pick up the Chanson du
Colonel? It isn't a drawing-room song. It isn't proper.
She. Mrs. Buzgago taught it me. She is both drawing-room and
proper, and in another month she'll shut her drawing-room to me,
and thank God she isn't as improper as I am. Oh, Guy, Guy! I wish
I was like some women and had no scruples about What is it
Keene says? 'Wearing a corpse's hair and being false to the bread
they eat.'
He. I am only a man of limited intelligence, and, just now, very
bewildered. When you have quite finished flashing through all
your moods tell me, and I'll try to understand the last one.
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