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MR TODD 
 
 
CARR.  Shall I remind you——  
EUPHEMIA.  Must I remind you ?   
CARR.  No ;  my memory is excellent.  
EUPHEMIA.  Of what you swore ?    
CARR.  I swore at the granite for not being moss.  
EUPHEMIA.  You swore to love me always.  
CARR.  The champagne at the Mena House is not cham-
pagne ;  it is—the cork of it is labelled “ Good intentions.”  
EUPHEMIA.  Then you didn’t mean it ?    
CARR.  [kissing her].  Am I, or am I not—a plain ques-
tion as between man and man—loving you now ?    
EUPHEMIA.  Oh, I know !  But I am so worried that 
everything most sure seems all shaken in the storm of 
it !  I was glad—glad, glad !—when that Mr. Todd came 
in with his news, so that I could have a real good cry.  
[Very close to him, in a tragic whisper.] Something has 
happened—something is going to happen.  
CARR.  And something has not happened—I knew it was 
a long time since we missed a week.  By the way, have you 
heard the terrible news about Queen Anne ?  Dead, poor 
soul !  Never mind, silly, you told me most dramatically, 
and it shall be counted unto you for righteousness.  
EUPHEMIA.  I think you’re the greatest brute in the 
world—and I love you.  
CARR.  How reciprocal of you ! 
EUPHEMIA.  Sweet !    
CARR.  On my honour, I haven’t a single chocolate on 
me.  Have a cigar ?    
[Business with case. 
EUPHEMIA.  Be serious !  You must marry me at once.  
CARR.  Then how can I be serious !  I understand from