SCENE II]
MRS. HOLROYD
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Clara (putting her hand on his face and pushing it aside, but leaving her hand over his cheek and mouth like a caress) Don’t, you ’ve been drinking. (She begins to laugh)
Holroyd
- Should we be goin’ then?
Clara
- Where do you want to take us?
Holroyd
- Oh—you please yourself o’ that! Come on wi’ me.
Clara (sitting up prim)
- Oh, indeed!
Holroyd (catching hold of her)
- Come on, let ’s be movin’—(he glances apprehensively at the stairs)
Clara
- What ’s your hurry?
Holroyd (persuasively)
- Yi, come on wi’ thee.
Clara
- I don’t think. (She goes off, uncontrollably)
Holroyd (sitting on the table, just above her)
- What ’s use o’ sittin’ ’ere?
Clara
- I ’m very comfy: I thank thee.
Holroyd
- Tha ’rt a baffling little ’ussy.
Clara (running her hand along his thigh)
- Are n’t you havin’ nothing, my dear? (Offers him her glass)
Holroyd (getting down from the table and putting his hand forcibly on her shoulder) No. Come on, let ’s shift.
