ndsor. The day after, then.
GLADSTONE. What is that for, my dear?
MRS. G. We have to get something for Dorothy's birthday, before we go
home. You mustn't forget things like that, you know. Dorothy is important.
GLADSTONE. Not merely important, my love; she is a portent--of much that
we shall never know. Dorothy will live to see the coming of the new age.
MRS. G. The new age? Well, so long as you let it alone, my dear, it may be
as new as it likes; I shan't mind.
GLADSTONE. We will leave Dorothy to manage it her own way.
MRS. G. Then you will shop with me--not to-morrow--Thursday?
GLADSTONE. Piccadilly, or Oxford Street?
MRS. G. I thought Gamage's.
GLADSTONE. Holborn? That sounds adventurous. Yes, my love, I will shop
with you on Thursday--if all goes well at Windsor to-morrow--with all the
contentment in the world. (_They kiss_.) Now go to bed; and presently
I will come and read Herrick to you.
(_She gets up and goes toward the door, when her attention is suddenly
arrested by the carpet._)
MRS. G. William! Do you see how this carpet is wearing out? We shall have
to get a new one.
GLADSTONE. It won't be necessary now. Those at Hawarden, if I remember
rightly, are sufficiently new to last out our time.
MRS. G. I wish I could think so, my dear. They would if you didn't give
them such hard wear, walking about on them. The way you wear things out
has been my domestic tragedy all along!
GLADSTONE (_standing with folded hands before her_). My love, I have
just remembered; I have a confession to make.
MRS. G. What, another? Oh, William!
GLADSTONE. I cannot find either of my comforters. I'm afraid I have lost
them. I had both this morning, and now both are gone.
MRS. G. Why, you are worse than ever, my dear! Both in one day! You have
not done that for twenty years.
GLADSTONE. I am sorry. I won't do it again.
MRS. G. Ah! so you say! Poor Mr. Morley will have to wait now. I had
promised him this. There!
(_Making him sit down, she puts the comforter round his neck, and gives
him a parting kiss_.)
And now I'm going.
GLADSTONE. Go, my love! I will come presently.
(_But he has not quite got rid of her. Her hands are now reaching down
to the back of the sofa behind him_.)
What are you looking for?
MRS. G. My knitting-needles. You are sitting on them. Now mind, you are
not to sit up!
GLADSTONE. I won't sit up long.
(_Quietly and serenely she goes to the door, looks back for a
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