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The Brass Bottle: A Farcical Fantastic Play in Four Acts
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2017
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Horace
[Going up with him.] Good-night, old fellow. It's rough on you, but I did my best!
Pringle
[Turning on him with resentment.] You needn't have told 'em I'd had three teeth out! Good-night.
[He goes out, Horace closing the door after him. Waltz music from restaurant on right. After he has gone, Mr. Wackerbath and the others turn from the river as the Second Waiter enters and places a slice of melon on each plate.
Mr. Wackerbath
Oh, ready, eh? [The First Waiter enters and intimates that dinner is served.] Then shall we sit down, Mrs. Futvoye? [He goes to the chair at the top of the table with his back to the balcony, and places Mrs. Futvoye on his right.] Professor – [as Mrs. Wackerbath takes the chair at the bottom of the table, facing the river] – on my wife's left, please. Sylvia, my dear, next to me. [Sylvia takes the chair on Mr. Wackerbath's left; Horace still standing.] And you, Mr. Ventimore – [Observing that there are two places.] Stay, there's something wrong. Oh, of course! [To the First Waiter.] Take away that chair, it won't be wanted now – the other gentleman has gone.
First Waiter
Gone! De gentleman vat give so moch trouble? He vill not come back?
Mr. Wackerbath
Come back? [To Horace.] You don't think your friend is likely to do that, eh, Mr. Ventimore?
Sylvia
Oh, I hope not!
[The others assent fervently.
Horace
[Pausing in the act of taking the sixth chair.] It's all right. My friend – [with a glance at the bridge on the left] – the gentleman who gave so much trouble, is – [with a slow smile of deep satisfaction] – not in the least likely to come back!
[He sits down by Sylvia as another and a louder burst of waltz music is heard from the restaurant and the curtain falls.
THE END
[Going up with him.] Good-night, old fellow. It's rough on you, but I did my best!
Pringle
[Turning on him with resentment.] You needn't have told 'em I'd had three teeth out! Good-night.
[He goes out, Horace closing the door after him. Waltz music from restaurant on right. After he has gone, Mr. Wackerbath and the others turn from the river as the Second Waiter enters and places a slice of melon on each plate.
Mr. Wackerbath
Oh, ready, eh? [The First Waiter enters and intimates that dinner is served.] Then shall we sit down, Mrs. Futvoye? [He goes to the chair at the top of the table with his back to the balcony, and places Mrs. Futvoye on his right.] Professor – [as Mrs. Wackerbath takes the chair at the bottom of the table, facing the river] – on my wife's left, please. Sylvia, my dear, next to me. [Sylvia takes the chair on Mr. Wackerbath's left; Horace still standing.] And you, Mr. Ventimore – [Observing that there are two places.] Stay, there's something wrong. Oh, of course! [To the First Waiter.] Take away that chair, it won't be wanted now – the other gentleman has gone.
First Waiter
Gone! De gentleman vat give so moch trouble? He vill not come back?
Mr. Wackerbath
Come back? [To Horace.] You don't think your friend is likely to do that, eh, Mr. Ventimore?
Sylvia
Oh, I hope not!
[The others assent fervently.
Horace
[Pausing in the act of taking the sixth chair.] It's all right. My friend – [with a glance at the bridge on the left] – the gentleman who gave so much trouble, is – [with a slow smile of deep satisfaction] – not in the least likely to come back!
[He sits down by Sylvia as another and a louder burst of waltz music is heard from the restaurant and the curtain falls.
THE END
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