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MRS RAILTON-BELL: Please, Mr Stratton. MR FOWLER: {Anxiously.) They’re raising the prices again? MRS RAILTON-BELL: No. My news is graver even than that. MR FOWLER: I don’t know what could be graver than that. MRS RAILTON-BELL: The news I have to give you, Mr Fowler. CHARLES: Look, Mrs Railton-Bell, must we play twenty questions? Can’t
you just tell us what it is? MRS RAILTON-BELL: {Angrily.) My hesitation is only because the matter
is so painful and so embarrassing for me that I find it difficult to choose my words. However, if you want it baldly, you shall have it. {After a dra matic pause.) Major Pollock - who is not a major at all but a lieutenant promoted from the ranks in the R.A.S.C. -
CHARLES {Excitedly.)No. You don’t say! I knew it, you know. I always knew Sandhurst and the Black Watch was a phoney. Didn’t I say so, Jean?
