HERBERT I understand. Woman has suddenly started hitting man
on the nose. Her excuse being that she really couldn't keep her
hands off him any longer.
JAWBONES [He has pinned the poster to the wall.] They begun it.
To 'ear them talk, you'd think as man had never done anything
right.
GEOFFREY He's quite right. Their posters are on every hoarding:
"Who's made all the Muddles? Man!" "Men's Promises! Why, it's
all Froth!" "Woman this Time!" I suppose it will have to go.
JAWBONES [Hopefully.] Up, sir?
GEOFFREY No, Jawbones. Into the dust-heap with the rest.
[JAWBONES is disgusted. GINGER is triumphant.]
GEOFFREY I must talk to Sigsby. He's taking the whole thing too
seriously. It will be some time before we reach that stage. [To
JAWBONES.] Ask Mrs. Chinn to bring me a cup of tea.
[JAWBONES goes out.]
[He seats himself at table and takes up some correspondence. To
GINGER.] Are you waiting for any one?
GINGER A letter from her ladyship. [She picks up from the desk
and hands him the letter SIGSBY had thrown there.
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