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mate is our Lady Caroline. The nightingale trills on, and Lady Caroline takes up its song. LADY CAROLINE. Is it not a lovely night, Jim. Listen, my own, to Philomel; he is saying that he is lately married. So are we, you ducky thing. I feel, Jim, that I am Rosalind and that you are my Orlando. (The handkerchief being removed MR. MATEY is revealed; and the nightingale seeks some farther tree.) MATEY. What do you say I am, Caroliny? LADY CAROLINE (clapping her hands). My own one, don't you think it would be fun if we were to write poems about each other and pin them on the tree trunks? MATEY (tolerantly). Poems? I never knew such a lass for high-flown language. LADY CAROLINE. Your lass, dearest. Jim's lass. MATEY (pulling her ear). And don't you forget it. LADY CAROLINE (with the curiosity of woman). What would you do if I were to forget it, great bear? MATEY. Take a stick to you. LADY CAROLINE (so proud of him). I love to hear you talk like that; it is so virile. I always knew that it was a master I needed. MATEY. It's what you all need. LADY CAROLINE. It is, it is, you knowing wretch. MATEY. Listen, Caroliny. (He touches his money pocket, which emits a crinkly sound--the squeak of angels.) That is what gets the ladies. LADY CAROLINE. How much have you made this week, you wonderful man? MATEY (blandly). Another two hundred or so. That's all, just two hundred or so. LADY CAROLINE (caressing her wedding ring). My dear golden fetter, listen to him. Kiss my fetter, Jim. MATEY. Wait till I light this cigar. LADY CAROLINE. Let me hold the darling match. MATEY. Tidy-looking Petitey Corona, this. There was a time when one of that sort would have run away with two days of my screw. LADY CAROLINE. How I should have loved, Jim, to know you when you were poor. Fancy your having once been a clerk. MATEY (remembering Napoleon and others). We all have our beginnings. But it wouldn't have mattered how I began, Caroliny: I should have come to the top just the same. (Becoming a poet himself.) I am a climber and there are nails in my boots for the parties beneath me. Boots! I tell you if I had been a bootmaker, I should have been the first bootmaker in London. LADY CAROLINE (a humourist at last). I am sure you would, Jim; but should you have made the best boots? MATEY (uxoriously wishing that others could have heard this). Very good. Caroliny; that is the nearest thing I have heard yo
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