Each to
his custom and often enough the one does not impede the other.
Maid
Here is Mr. MacPherson, Madame. You are going to hear an interesting
speech, because he's erudite, your Highlander.
MacPherson (entering)
Madame, Madame.
Countess
Don't waste your time bowing. Tell me--is Bramble dead?
MacPherson
I know all about these matters--in extreme exactitude.
Countess
All these things consist in one word--he's dead, or he isn't.
MacPherson
It is necessary to explain all these things to you by direction. For,
when I left you, you directed that I should bring you a report of all
the circumstances of our trip in writing.
Countess
Very well. What I want to know is written in your journal.
MacPherson
My journal consists of words without paper. For I have written in my
mind--in three little chapters--our departure, our trip, our return.
Countess
Here's a well-ordered explanation.
MacPherson
With regard to the first, Mr. Bramble was very ridiculous, very
ridiculous. He said he'd been married to his wife for ten years
without children, and it was to cure sterility that he was going to
the waters. So much for what he said as soon as he arrived.
Countess
If this story wasn't so funny, it would make me very impatient.
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