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EBBSMITH.
Well, I must put them off, I suppose. What night next week will suit you to meet them? Thursday?
AGNES.
On Thursday I am addressing a meeting of the Society for the Encouragement of Divorce.
EBBSMITH.
Friday?
AGNES.
Friday, as you know, is the weekly meeting of the Agamists' League.
EBBSMITH.
Saturday?
AGNES.
On Saturday I am speaking on Free Union for the People at Battersea.
EBBSMITH.
Can you suggest an evening?
AGNES.
No. I think the time has come to make a stand against the convention which demands that a wife should preside at her husband's dinner-parties. It is an absurdity. Away with it!
EBBSMITH.
But, Agnes! Think what you are doing. You don't want to offend these people. Spencer and Thornton are useful men to know, and Jawkins puts a lot of work in my way.
AGNES.
EBBSMITH.
Well, you know, my dear, I have to make an income somehow.
AGNES.
I would sooner starve than resort to such truckling!
EBBSMITH.
We are likely to do that, sooner or later, in any case.
AGNES.
What do you mean?
EBBSMITH.
Your--ahem!--somewhat subversive tenets, my love, are not precisely calculated to improve my professional prospects.
AGNES.
EBBSMITH.
The accounts of your meetings which appear in the newspapers are not likely to encourage respectable solicitors to send me briefs.
AGNES.
Indeed!
EBBSMITH.
AGNES.
If you wish it.
EBBSMITH.
AGNES.
Go on.
EBBSMITH.
"As soon as the doors were opened the place of meeting--the Iron Hall, Carter Street--was filled with a compact body of roughs assembled from the neighbouring streets, and there seemed every prospect of disorderly scenes. The appearance of Mrs. Ebbsmith on the platform was greeted with cheers and cries of 'Mad Agnes!'" Surely, my dear, you must recognise that my professional reputation is endangered when my wife is reported in the newspapers as addressing meetings in discreditable parts of London, where her appearance is greeted with shouts of 'Mad Agnes!'
AGNES.
Nonsense! Who is likely to read an obscure paragraph like that?
EBBSMITH.
AGNES.
Is there any more of the stuff?
EBBSMITH.
Another half column. Do, my dear, to oblige me, find some less ostentatious method of making known your views on the subject of marriage.
AGNES.
Unostentatious immodesty is not part of my programme.
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