The Noble Lord
Book Excerpt
SHE. (Scornfully) What dealings can there be between us?
HE. Did you hear the whistling a minute ago?
SHE. Well?
HE. (With meaning) That's Brookfield.
SHE. (After a pause) Well?
HE. The path leads here. He is following the path----
SHE. (After still another pause) Well?
HE. You and I might be very good friends----
SHE. (Thoughtfully) Oh, you mean----
HE. A valet is not paid very well----
SHE. No. . . . Still----
SHE. If anything comes of it----
SHE. (Slowly) Comes of what?
HE. You understand me. (He pauses; smiles. Then, in a Mephistophelian manner): Your clothes are still wet, aren't they?
SHE. (With full comprehension) Yes----
HE. Enough said! (The whistle is heard, close at hand.) Quick!
SHE. (Going off) You won't tell? (He shakes his head.) I'll remember you.