Lyre and Lancet: A Story in Scenes
Fiction & Literature, Drama, Anthologies, American, Nonfiction, Entertainment
| Author: | F. Anstey | ISBN: | 1230002938974 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS | Publication: | November 28, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | F. Anstey |
| ISBN: | 1230002938974 |
| Publisher: | GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS |
| Publication: | November 28, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
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Synopsis:
In Sir Rupert Culverin's Study at Wyvern Court. It is a rainy Saturday morning in February. Sir Rupert is at his writing-table, as Lady Culverin enters with a deprecatory air. Lady Culverin. So here you are, Rupert! Not very busy, are you? I won't keep you a moment. (She goes to a window.) Such a nuisance it's turning out wet, with all these people in the house, isn't it? Sir Rupert. Well, I was thinking that, as there's nothing doing out of doors, I might get a chance to knock off some of these confounded accounts, but-(resignedly)-if you think I ought to go and look after-- Lady Culverin. No, no; the men are playing billiards, and the women are in the morning-room-they're all right. I only wanted to ask you about to-night. You know the Lullingtons, and the dear Bishop and Mrs. Rodney, and one or two other people are coming to dinner? Well, who ought to take in Rohesia?
*** Original and Unabridged Content. Made available by GOLDEN CLASSIC PRESS***
Synopsis:
In Sir Rupert Culverin's Study at Wyvern Court. It is a rainy Saturday morning in February. Sir Rupert is at his writing-table, as Lady Culverin enters with a deprecatory air. Lady Culverin. So here you are, Rupert! Not very busy, are you? I won't keep you a moment. (She goes to a window.) Such a nuisance it's turning out wet, with all these people in the house, isn't it? Sir Rupert. Well, I was thinking that, as there's nothing doing out of doors, I might get a chance to knock off some of these confounded accounts, but-(resignedly)-if you think I ought to go and look after-- Lady Culverin. No, no; the men are playing billiards, and the women are in the morning-room-they're all right. I only wanted to ask you about to-night. You know the Lullingtons, and the dear Bishop and Mrs. Rodney, and one or two other people are coming to dinner? Well, who ought to take in Rohesia?
