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3232151Four Short Playshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/four-short-plays-1230000308918/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2862878/7217886d-fd78-460f-8e09-906446c5a7ff.jpg?v=6383845530991700003939MXNARTHUR L. HUMPHREYSInStock/Ebooks/3168364Four Short Plays3939https://www.gandhi.com.mx/four-short-plays-1230000308918/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/2862878/7217886d-fd78-460f-8e09-906446c5a7ff.jpg?v=638384553099170000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20151230000308918_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_<p><strong>Example in this ebook</strong></p> <p><strong>THE STORY OF RACHEL.</strong></p> <p><strong>A Play in One Act.</strong></p> <p>Characters:</p> <p>Captain William Carteret, R.N. (about 48).<br> Rachel (his wife, 28).<br> A maidnot a speaking partwho only<br> brings in a letter.</p> <p>Rachel and Carteret sitting in their comfortable drawing room, Rachel in armchair R.C. near a table, cutting a book with a paper-knife. Carteret on small sofa, L.C., with a little table near him on which is an ash-tray. He is smoking, and reading the Pall Mall Gazette.</p> <p>Rachel continuing conversation as the curtain goes up. Dont you agree with what Im saying? Im sure men are like that. Will, do you mean to say you dont agree?</p> <p>Carteret absently, looking up and down columns of paper. Yes, I daresay.</p> <p>Rachel. I know quite well what it means when a man says in that way imitating his toneYes, I daresay, and goes on reading. It means youre not thinking of what Im sayingyoure thinking of nothing but the paper.</p> <p>Carteret still looking up and down the columns. Well, there are very interesting things in the paper.</p> <p>Rachel. Of course there are. And its still more interesting trying to guess which of them are true. But still it is rather boring that you should be reading the newspaper while Im talking.</p> <p>Carteret. Oh? I thought you were talking while I was reading the newspaper.</p> <p>Rachel. That is a one-sided view, I must say.</p> <p>Carteret smiles, shakes the ash off his cigarette, and goes on reading without speaking.</p> <p>Rachel. It is a pity you dont enjoy my society, isnt it?</p> <p>Carteret smiling. A great pity.</p> <p>Rachel. Will, I suppose that you like me as I am?</p> <p>Carteret. Absolutely and entirely. Even when you talk unceasingly when Im having a quiet read and smoke before dressing for dinner.</p> <p>Rachel. Anyhow, youd have to be interrupted soon, because you must go up when the clock strikes, and see Mary in bed.</p> <p>Carteret laughing happily. Yes, the little monkey. I should never hear the end of it if I didnt. Shes a tremendous tyrant, isnt she.</p> <p>Rachel. Yes. I wonder what shell be like when she grows up.</p> <p>Carteret smiling. Like her mother, I daresay. Apt to talk when her husbands reading.</p> <p>Rachel. To-night I want to talk. Do listen, Willjust this once!</p> <p>Carteret smiles and puts his paper down on his knee.</p> <p>Carteret. Just this once, if youre sure it wont happen again.</p> <p>Rachel. I was thinking about what men are like, and what women are like.</p> <p>Carteret. You see, men dont want to be taking their souls to pieces perpetually as women do, to see what theyre made of.</p> <p>Rachel. But it is so interesting to do it, even if ones afraid of what one finds there.</p> <p>Carteret. Afraid!</p> <p>Rachel. Oh, yes. There are times when Im thinking of things, when Im all over the place. I cant help it.</p> <p>Carteret. All over the place! Yes, thats quite true. You are.</p> <p>Rachel. Well, as I said, Ive been thinkingand I see that in heaps of ways men and women are so different.</p> <p>Carteret. Thats a very profound remark. Dont get beyond my depth, Rachel, pray.</p> <p>Rachel. Will, you horrid old thing! But I dont care for your laughing at me. Ill go on. Men are so simple</p> <p>Carteret. And women so complicated?</p> <p>Rachel. Sometimes. Men take things and people for granted so much more than women dosailors I do believe especially, are made like that. You take things for granted; you like everybody; you believe in everybody.</p> <p>Carteret. Well, my experience has shewn me that you come fewer croppers in life if you believe in people, than if youre suspicious of them. It may be an illusion, but thats my experience.</p> <p>Rachel. I wonder? And there is another great difference. Womenso many womenare cowards; afraid, always afraid.</p> <p>Carteret. Afraid of what, you foolish creature?</p> <p><strong>To be continue in this ebook</strong></p>(*_*)1230000308918_<p><strong>Example in this ebook</strong></p><p><strong>THE STORY OF RACHEL.</strong></p><p><strong>A Play in One Act.</strong></p><p>Characters:</p><p>Captain William Carteret, R.N. (about 48).<br />Rachel (his wife, 28).<br />A maidnot a speaking partwho only<br />brings in a letter.</p><p>Rachel and Carteret sitting in their comfortable drawing room, Rachel in armchair R.C. near a table, cutting a book with a paper-knife. Carteret on small sofa, L.C., with a little table near him on which is an ash-tray. He is smoking, and reading the "Pall Mall Gazette."</p><p>Rachel [continuing conversation as the curtain goes up]. Dont you agree with what Im saying? Im sure men are like that. Will, do you mean to say you dont agree?</p><p>Carteret [absently, looking up and down columns of paper]. Yes, I daresay.</p><p>Rachel. I know quite well what it means when a man says in that way [imitating his tone]Yes, I daresay, and goes on reading. It means youre not thinking of what Im sayingyoure thinking of nothing but the paper.</p><p>Carteret [still looking up and down the columns]. Well, there are very interesting things in the paper.</p><p>Rachel. Of course there are. And its still more interesting trying to guess which of them are true. But still it is rather boring that you should be reading the newspaper while Im talking.</p><p>Carteret. Oh? I thought you were talking while I was reading the newspaper.</p><p>Rachel. That is a one-sided view, I must say.</p><p>[Carteret smiles, shakes the ash off his cigarette, and goes on reading without speaking].</p><p>Rachel. It is a pity you dont enjoy my society, isnt it?</p><p>Carteret [smiling]. A great pity.</p><p>Rachel. Will, I suppose that you like me as I am?</p><p>Carteret. Absolutely and entirely. Even when you talk unceasingly when Im having a quiet read and smoke before dressing for dinner.</p><p>Rachel. Anyhow, youd have to be interrupted soon, because you must go up when the clock strikes, and see Mary in bed.</p><p>Carteret [laughing happily]. Yes, the little monkey. I should never hear the end of it if I didnt. Shes a tremendous tyrant, isnt she.</p><p>Rachel. Yes. I wonder what shell be like when she grows up.</p><p>Carteret [smiling]. Like her mother, I daresay. Apt to talk when her husbands reading.</p><p>Rachel. To-night I want to talk. Do listen, Willjust this once!</p><p>[Carteret smiles and puts his paper down on his knee].</p><p>Carteret. Just this once, if youre sure it wont happen again.</p><p>Rachel. I was thinking about what men are like, and what women are like.</p><p>Carteret. You see, men dont want to be taking their souls to pieces perpetually as women do, to see what theyre made of.</p><p>Rachel. But it is so interesting to do it, even if ones afraid of what one finds there.</p><p>Carteret. Afraid!</p><p>Rachel. Oh, yes. There are times when Im thinking of things, when Im all over the place. I cant help it.</p><p>Carteret. All over the place! Yes, thats quite true. You are.</p><p>Rachel. Well, as I said, Ive been thinkingand I see that in heaps of ways men and women are so different.</p><p>Carteret. Thats a very profound remark. Dont get beyond my depth, Rachel, pray.</p><p>Rachel. Will, you horrid old thing! But I dont care for your laughing at me. Ill go on. Men are so simple</p><p>Carteret. And women so complicated?</p><p>Rachel. Sometimes. Men take things and people for granted so much more than women dosailors I do believe especially, are made like that. You take things for granted; you like everybody; you believe in everybody.</p><p>Carteret. Well, my experience has shewn me that you come fewer croppers in life if you believe in people, than if youre suspicious of them. It may be an illusion, but thats my experience.</p><p>Rachel. I wonder? And there is another great difference. Womenso many womenare cowards; afraid, always afraid.</p><p>Carteret. Afraid of what, you foolish creature?</p><p><strong>To be continue in this ebook</strong></p>...1230000308918_ARTHUR L. HUMPHREYSlibro_electonico_9da4cc59-ef7a-3f13-8bec-a61c754fd70e_1230000308918;1230000308918_1230000308918(AKA LadyInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/e5d71f56-aa85-4364-8344-808250adad3d-epub-1d5219df-ca7d-4419-97f5-9eaf95bbb7d8.epub2015-03-03T00:00:00+00:00ARTHUR L. HUMPHREYS