Miss Prism.
Egeria? My name is Lætitia, Doctor.
Chasuble.
[Bowing.] A classical allusion merely, drawn from the Pagan
authors. I shall see you both no doubt at Evensong?
Miss Prism.
I think, dear Doctor, I will have a stroll with you. I find I have a
headache after all, and a walk might do it good.
Chasuble.
With pleasure, Miss Prism, with pleasure. We might go as far as
the schools and back.
Miss Prism.
That would be delightful. Cecily, you will read your Political
Economy in my absence. The chapter on the Fall of the Rupee you may
omit. It is somewhat too sensational. Even these metallic problems have
their melodramatic side.
[Goes down the garden with
Cecily.'>Dr. Chasuble
.]
Cecily.
[Picks up books and throws them back on table.] Horrid Political
Economy! Horrid Geography! Horrid, horrid German!
[Enter
Merriman
with a card on a salver.]
Merriman
. Mr. Ernest Worthing has just driven over from the station. He
has brought his luggage with him.
Cecily.
[Takes the card and reads it.] ‘Mr. Ernest Worthing, B. 4, The Albany,
W.’ Uncle Jack’s brother! Did you tell him Mr. Worthing was in town?
Merriman
. Yes, Miss. He seemed very much disappointed. I mentioned
that you and Miss Prism were in the garden. He said he was anxious to
speak to you privately for a moment.
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