Читать книгу Three Plays by Granville Barker: The Marrying of Ann Leete, The Voysey Inheritance & Waste онлайн

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george.Morning! These candles still smell.

sarah.How lively one feels and isn't.

carnaby.The flowers are opening.

ann.[In a whisper.]Couldn't we go in?

sarah.Never run away.

ann.Everything looks so odd.

sarah.What's o'clock... my lord?

lord john.Half after four.

ann.[To sarah.]My eyes are hot behind.

george.What ghosts we seem!

sarah.What has made us spend such a night?

carnaby.Ann incited me to it.[He takes snuff.]

sarah.In a spirit of rebellion against good country habits...

ann.[To her sister again.]Don't talk about me.

sarah.They can see that you're whispering.

carnaby.... Informing me now she was a woman and wanted excitement.

george.There's a curse.

carnaby.How else d'ye conceive life for women?

sarah.George is naturally cruel. Excitement's our education. Please vary it, though.

carnaby.I have always held that to colour in the world-picture is the greatest privilege of the husband. Sarah.

sarah.[Not leaving ann's side.]Yes, Papa.

carnaby.Sarah, when Sir Charles leaves Brighton...