Mag.
How did you get yours. Boforehand too?
Gilb.
Oh no, I merely copied mine. I didn't wish to lose mine in
the
mail. indeed there are a few which you never received, my
dear, that was far too fine for you, that were far beyond
you.
Mag.
But good heaven, if it’s true - - a
(Looking through Gilbert's book.)
Yes it is. Why it’s just as if we told everybody that we had -
for heaven's sake
(excitedly turning the leaves.)
Is the letter there too which you sent me on the morning after
the first night that we - -
Gilb.
Of course that one was a beauty-
täng.
But it’s Apartrageous - it's a scandal for all Europe. Clement
too? good heaven, I begin to wish he never would come back.
And you here. But wherever you may be, believe me, he will
find you out, and shoot you like a mad dog.
Gibb.
(St weking his book in his pocket.)
Preposterous. Comparaison.