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1910 · PDF PAGE 201

The Winged Beetle

… out with your mother. He’ll come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I wish I could find a good doctor. Nobody seems to do me any good. It’s pain, pain all the time. Nurse ! can’t you tell me of a good doctor ? For oh ! for oh ! [He looks about him fearfully ; his voice sinks to a thrilled whisper] I am so afraid—afraid to die ! Is there nobody—— [Enter TODD, and stands by his chair, laying his hand on the old man’s shoulder. He looks up. I wish you were a doctor, Mr. Todd. You have such a soothing …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 119

The Winged Beetle

… your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it is—how good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and dive ! Gods ! Let him get me wholly now naked and radiant as the moon Clambering on his plunging prow those nights of June— those nights of June !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The Winged Beetle

MR TODD 179 DELHOMME. Good morning, Mr. Ossory. Anything I can do, of course ; anything I can do. OSSORY. Thank you, my dear lad. Anything you can do, of course—I will let you know at once. By the way, you haven’t asked her yet, I suppose ? DELHOMME. Not yet, sir. I am rather diffident : I do not care to precipitate affairs. OSSORY. Well, I am really very anxious to see her future assured. And you know our proverb, “ The early bird catches the worm.” [Points to him, and over his shoulder to her.] There’s our scientific friend, eh ? DELHOMME. Oh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 198

The Winged Beetle

…! [they kiss, furtively, as if hearing footsteps.] So long ! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a kiss. CARR. [outside, loudly]. Good morning, Miss Ossory ! EUPHEMIA. [sinking into a chair, faintly]. Good-bye— no. no ! Till—when ? [She is almost crying, but sets her teeth and rises. THOMAS. [opening the door]. Mr. Delhomme. [Enter DELHOMME. DELHOMME. I am a thousand times sorry to intrude upon your grief, Miss Ossory, but—— EUPHEMIA. Uncle Henry was nothing to me. DELHOMME. In any case, I should not have spoken to you, but my Embassy ha…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

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…ment—— MRS. OSSORY [very piously]. Without a warning. Ah well, we must hope that—— [Her voice becomes a mumble. DELHOMME. I will bid you good morning ; I am sure you will not wish strangers to intrude upon your grief. If there is anything that I can do— MRS. OSSORY [“ conventionally ”]. Pray do not leave us yet, Monsieur Delhomme. Lunch is just ready. DELHOMME. I really think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. OSSORY. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grandfather is asleep. [DELHOM…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 203

The Winged Beetle

…do, Fido ! Trust, doggie, trust ! OSSORY. that’s it ! they won’t trust, those dogs ! To put it short—[a spasm of agony crosses his face]—Good Lord alive, I’m short ! If I can’t find a couple of hundred thousand before the twelfth I’ll be hammered. EUPHEMIA. And so——? OSSORY. Very decent young fellow, little Delhomme. I can borrow half a million from him if I want it ; but I don’t care to unless—unless things—unless you—— EUPHEMIA. I’m the goods, am I ? You old bear ! OSSORY. I know, Phemie, I know. It’s those damned bulls on Wall Street ! How c…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 204

The Winged Beetle

…ight help me. God knows I have tried every one else. Now—— [TODD takes him by the shoulder and whispers in his ear. Why, really, that is good of you—damned good of you ! Why, damme, sir ! you’re a public benefactor. Come, let us arrange the preliminaries—— [They go out, OSSORY clinging tightly to TODD’S arm. Enter MRS. OSSORY and CARR, dressed for walking. MRS. OSSORY. She cut me ! You saw it ! She cut me absolutely dead ! CARR. Possibly she didn’t see you. [As MRS. OSSORY is not looking, he employs a gesture which lessens the likelihood of thi…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 124

The Winged Beetle

… the hound, sweet seer ! And you the hare I started. Shall I escape a tear, And you go broken-hearted ? VII Kiss me ! no one sees. There—good-bye the last time ! Now, please ! Luck’s ease is threes. What a kiss ! what a squeeze ! Dot the i’s ! cross the t’s ! Half a day’s a vast time ! Tragedies, Comedies, Pantomime and pastime !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 193

The Winged Beetle

…here you are again ! How can you be so thoughtless ? GRANDFATHER. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! [They get him out of the room. MRS. OSSORY [returning]. Good-bye, Mr. Carr. It is so good of you to help. CARR. Not at all, Mrs. Ossory, not at all. I am only too glad. You should try and get a nap after lunch. MRS. OSSORY. I will—I really think I will. [Exit. CARR. [Closes the door, turns to EUPHEMIA, executes a quiet hornpipe, goes to EUPHEMIA, holds out his arms.] Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. How dare you ! How can you ! With poor Uncle Henry lying dead ! CARR. Why ha…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 196

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…ss. 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.] Somethin…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 112

The Winged Beetle

…know ? ” “ Why, it’s Captain Fuller that told us so.” “ And how do you know that Fuller was right ? ” “ I’m afraid you’re a wicked man ; Good-night.” While this sort of thing is styled success I shall not count failure bitterness.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 191

The Winged Beetle

…mily, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian ! OSSORY. Well, we hardly know—I wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh ! Don’t suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible ! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs. OSSORY. My dear boy, I deliberately say it. I have the very best of reasons for supposing him to be very deeply dipped. Very deeply dipped. CARR. [Hides …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 157

The Winged Beetle

…e colour of his fez. “ Black gives an air of gloom,” he said : “ I should look beautiful in red ! ” He told the Mullah of his plight The good man answered : “ Very right ! “ Islam is free to all mankind : You only need to be resigned.” The Jew agreed ; he learnt to pray Five several times each mortal day. Instead of Abraham, the Mullah Called him Habib Husain Abdullah. But (what indeed is hardly strange) His views on Art began to change. “ This red’s a shrieking tone, I swear ! O for the black I used to wear ! ”

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1910 · PDF PAGE 163

The Winged Beetle

…lendour to its unappointed term : For all the mean homunculi that dance Around us shudder at our brilliance. These puppets perish in the good grand glare, Our sworded sunlight in the boundless air ! These bats need cloisters ; these tame birds a cage ; How should they know the Masters of the Age ? Or understand when the Archangels cry Adoring us “ 'Έλλην κατ’ άστερ ‘έι ” ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 113

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103 THE SORCERESS GIVE me the good sun streaming through Glimmering glades of yew, And the cool grass, and one chaste shrine That pious hands have builded ; And, oiled and scented, curled and gilded, A virgin, swimming like new wine In my grey old soul, that I may give His life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harper—blind, or he dissembles !— Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft l…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 123

The Winged Beetle

…still, we’ve won it ! Tall Troy is in the dust ! We’ve done it, done it, done it ! VI Do you love me, dear ? Said the glance you darted. Good cheer ! why fear the year ! Twice one is two, I hear !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 76

The Winged Beetle

… night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be good, For all the years surpass us.) And touched in our beatitude The peak of Mount Parnassus. Yea ; we did well to break the bars, And dwell one moment with the stars ! We played the ancient Comedy That Pan taught to the Satyrs.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 199

The Winged Beetle

…ible. DELHOMME. Ah, fairest of maidens, well I know your English coyness and modesty ! [Taking her hand.] Ah, give me this pure hand for good, for ever ! This hand which has been ever open to the misery of the poor, ever closed to box the enemies of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine ! DELHOMME. I do not understand. I am too worn a slave in the world’s market for my fettered soul to grasp your innocence. Ah ! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps ? Yet, believe me—

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

182 MR TODD CARR. Oh, Todd’s a good sort ! I think I must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunc…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

The Winged Beetle

…few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond by signs and winks. GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years ago there was a very good fellow of the name of Brown in Ballarat. Brown of Buninyong we used to call him. I remember—— MRS. OSSORY. [bursting into tears]. How can you, grandpa ? Can’t you realise that poor Henry is dead ? GRANDFATHER. Henry dead ? MRS. OSSORY. Didn’t you hear ? He was run over by Mr. Todd’s motor-car this afternoon in Piccadilly. GRANDFATHER. There, what did I tell you ? I always disliked that man Todd from the f…

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