But, hide yourself quickly in
these apartments while I go to Arabella.
Bramble
You upset me.
Tuneless
Go in, quickly. (pushing him out) Because I will lead Arabella to you
instantly.
(Exit Bramble.)
Tuneless
My idea is good; he's fallen into the trap. A weak little genius
wrapped up in his business affairs--and stupid in everything else. One
sees many like that. Now to prevent-- But, if someone should undeceive
him-- (going, then stopping) Still, I have to go. (returning) Better
stay. How to begin--
(Enter Mr. MacPherson and Mrs. MacPherson.)
Mrs. MacPherson
Ah, sir. Mr. Bramble is returned. What a misfortune!
MacPherson
He came post haste. That's the trouble.
Mrs. MacPherson
There's the trouble.
MacPherson
If his wife sees him, she'll know he's not dead.
Mrs. MacPherson
No more marriage.
MacPherson
No partying--no wedding.
Mrs. MacPherson
No drinking.
MacPherson
Nothing.
Tuneless
Listen to me--if you what to celebrate, we must make him believe his
wife is dead.
MacPherson
Ho, ho, ho--both dead.
Mrs. MacPherson
And both widows.
Tuneless
If he asks you--say no more than "She is dead."-- But when? But how?
But why?
MacPherson
She is dead.
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