Deegie's influence would have led them to take other men's wives. It ought to have made them afraid of the judgment of Providence. ANTHONY. Mrs. Herriott will make Gaddy afraid of something more than the judgment of Providence, I fancy. BLAYNE. Supposing things are as you say, he'll be a fool to face her. He'll sit tight at Simla.
They just allow for the full development of the smash. I'm talking like a cur, I know: but I tell you that, for the past three months, I've felt every hoof of the squadron in the small of my back every time that I've led. M. But, Gaddy, this is awful! G. Isn't it lovely? Isn't it royal?
Two heads better than one. 'Specially the Ayah! We'll pull her round. I bub bub believe, I'm going to make a bub bub bloody exhibitiod of byself. Old bad, what cad I say? I'b as pleased as Cod dab you, Gaddy! You're one big idiot and I'b adother. Here comes the Devil-dodger. I know that I can say nothing now to help Leave him alone. It's not bad enough to croak over.
MRS. G. You'll find them in the front veranda; go through the house. I'm Martha just now. CAPT. M. 'Cumbered about with cares of khitmatgars? I fly. Passes into front veranda, where GADSBY is watching GADSBY JUNIOR, aged ten months, crawling about the matting. CAPT. M. What's the trouble, Gaddy spoiling an honest man's Europe morning this way? Any amount of bone below the knee there.
You knew that. G. I didn't care. It took the edge off him. M. 'Took the edge off him'? Gaddy, you you you mustn't, you know! Think of the men. G. That's another thing I am afraid of. D'you s'pose they know? M. Let's hope not; but they're deadly quick to spot skrim little things of that kind. See here, old man, send the Wife Home for the hot weather and come to Kashmir with me.
You always were a good hand at forgetting. Be reasonable, Gaddy. Your roof-beams are sound enough. G. That was only a way of speaking. I've been uneasy and worried about the Wife ever since that awful business three years ago when I nearly lost her. Can you wonder? M. Oh, a shell never falls twice in the same place.
Throws half a pound of rice at G., who disappears, bowed forward on the saddle, in a cloud of sunlit dust. CAPT. M. I've lost old Gaddy. 'You may carve it on his tombstone, you may cut it on his card, That a young man married is a young man marred! You are more plain spoken than polite! 'Wonder who'll be the next victim. White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet.
Let's hear the details. BLAYNE. She's a girl daughter of a Colonel Somebody. DOONE. Simla's stiff with Colonels' daughters. Be more explicit. BLAYNE. Wait a shake. What was her name? Three something. Three CURTISS. Stars, perhaps. Gaddy knows that brand. BLAYNE. Threegan Minnie Threegan. MACKESY. Threegan! Isn't she a little bit of a girl with red hair? BLAYNE. 'Bout that from what Markyn said.
CAPT. M. Dismiss! Break off! Left wheel! All troop to vestry. They sign. CAPT. M. Kiss Her, Gaddy. Wha at? General kissing, in which CAPT. G. is pursued by unknown female. Can I wipe my face now? CAPT. M. My responsibility has ended. Better ask Missis Gadsby.
She won't leave Cockley, and he's doing his best to get her to go. CURTISS. Good, indeed! Here's Mrs. Cockley's health. To the only wife in the Station and a damned brave woman! BLAYNE. I suppose Gaddy will bring his wife here at the end of the cold weather. They are going to be married almost immediately, I believe.
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