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MACKESY. Then I've met her. She was at Lucknow last season. 'Owned a permanently juvenile Mamma, and danced damnably. I say, Jervoise, you knew the Threegans, didn't you? What's that? Knew who? How? I thought I was at Home, confound you! MACKESY. The Threegan girl's engaged, so Blayne says. Bless my soul! I'm getting an old man! Little Minnie Threegan engaged.
DOONE. Exactly. Because she stays down here. The only way to keep her fit would be to send her to the Hills for eight months and the same with any woman. I fancy I see myself taking a wife on those terms. MACKESY. With the rupee at one and sixpence. The little Doones would be little Dehra Doones, with a fine Mussoorie chi-chi anent to bring home for the holidays.
There'll be a shine in the tents of Kedar. CURTISS. 'Regiment cut up rough, think you? ANTHONY. 'Don't know anything about the Regiment. MACKESY. It is bigamy, then? ANTHONY. Maybe. Do you mean to say that you men have forgotten, or is there more charity in the world than I thought? DOONE. You don't look pretty when you are trying to keep a secret. You bloat. Explain. ANTHONY. Mrs. Herriott!
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.
CURTISS. Then we're pretty certain to have a heavy go of it. Heigho! I shouldn't mind changing places with Gaddy for a while. 'Sport with Amaryllis in the shade of the Town Hall, and all that. Oh, why doesn't somebody come and marry me, instead of letting me go into cholera camp? MACKESY. Ask the Committee. CURTISS. You ruffian! You'll stand me another peg for that. Blayne, what will you take?
Mackesy is fine on moral grounds. Doone, have you any preference? DOONE. Small glass Kummel, please. Excellent carminative, these days. Anthony told me so. I only thought of Curtiss as Actaeon being chivied round the billiard tables by the nymphs of Diana. BLAYNE. Curtiss would have to import his nymphs by train. Mrs. Cockley's the only woman in the Station.
He recalled that in the days when he wore trousers he had been Chief Engineer of the Haliotis. "Harland, Mackesy, Noble, Hay, Naughton, Fink, O'Hara, Trumbull." "Here, sir!" The instinct of obedience waked to answer the roll-call of the engine-room. "Below!" They rose and went. "Captain, I'll trouble you for the rest of the men as I want them.
MACKESY. Nonsense. That business was knocked on the head last season. Why, young Mallard ANTHONY. Mallard was a candlestick, paraded as such. Think awhile. Recollect last season and the talk then. Mallard or no Mallard, did Gaddy ever talk to any other woman? CURTISS. There's something in that. It was slightly noticeable now you come to mention it. But she's at Naini Tal and he's at Simla.
I'm so important that Government can't find a substitute if I go away. Ye-es, I'd like to be Gaddy, whoever his wife may be. CURTISS. You've passed the turn of life that Mackesy was speaking of. DOONE. Indeed I have, but I never yet had the brutality to ask a woman to share my life out here. BLAYNE. On my soul I believe you're right. I'm thinking of Mrs. Cockley. The woman's an absolute wreck.
I remember when Threegan married Miss Derwent daughter of old Hooky Derwent but that was before your time. And so the little baby's engaged to have a little baby of her own! Who's the other fool? MACKESY. Gadsby of the Pink Hussars. JERVOISE. 'Never met him. Threegan lived in debt, married in debt, and'll die in debt. 'Must be glad to get the girl off his hands.
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