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Our Idol

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Our Idol

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Excerpt from Our Idol: A Comedy in Four Acts Scene: Painter's Studio; large Window at back; Easel L with unfinished Picture; small Table close by Boor L 2 E; Piano; Sofa R by Wall; Busts, Sketches, &c., on Table and Walls; an o ... celý popis


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Excerpt from Our Idol: A Comedy in Four Acts Scene: Painter's Studio; large Window at back; Easel L with unfinished Picture; small Table close by Boor L 2 E; Piano; Sofa R by Wall; Busts, Sketches, &c., on Table and Walls; an old curved Chest, on which are a Helmet, a Mandoline, Rapiers, &c., &c.; Vases of Flowers on Piano; Music to take up Curtain. A knock at door. Enter Teddy Spro't, timidly, with large bunch of roses. Teddy, looking about. She is not here, so I can leave them without being found out. (Puts flowers on table by work basket.) I wonder if she suspects where they, come from? Sometimes I almost hope she does, but then when we meet she holds out her hand so calmly and says "Good morning, Mr. Sprott," so unconsciously that I begin to despair again. I shall never have courage to tell her how much I love her, so I have painted this little portrait of myself (taking it from breast pocket) and it shall speak for me. I will just lay it there under the roses, and (Bus - puts portrait on table). Oh, Lord, how my heart does beat! (Hides picture; as he comes down Madge enters with vases of flowers, which she places on piano.) Madge. (Holding out her hand.) Ah. good morning, Mr. Sprott? Teddy. (B wing.) Good morning, Miss Heskett. (Aside.) As usual. Madge. You are waiting to see Jack, I suppose? He has gone to ask after poor Warrington, who is very ill, but I expect him in every minute. You don't mind my going on with my work, I am rather late this morning! (Goes on dusting and arranging furniture. Teddy. O, not at all. (Aside.) No, she does not care for me. I wish I had the portrait back. (Edging towards it.) Madge. You have a holiday to-day, I suppose, Mr. Sprott, as you are out so early? Teddy. I - oh, no! Only I just thought I would look in and - Madge. But you are losing the best hours of the morning, and it is such a pity. I thought you were determined to be a painter, like Jack? How can you do that unless you work hard? He is never i lle Teddy. (Fumbling with his rat.) Yes - no, Miss Heskett, and yet he does n't seem to make much progress with his great picture over there. Madge. (Sadly, and pausing to look at picture which hangs unfinished on wall.) No, poor fellow. Teddy "Cleopatra Awaiting the Visit of Octavia," I think he calls it! She seems to have been waiting a long time. The picture is smothered in dust. Madge. That is because I am not tall enough to reach up to it, and Jack only laughs at me when I speak of it. You see. it takes him all his time to point portraits - "pot boilers," as he calls them - in order to keep the house, and in the meanwhile his great picture, of which he used to dream so fondly, remains unfinished. Teddy. I beg your pardon; I did not mean - Madge (Smiling.) I am sure of that. (Goes on dusting.) (Teddy, business of edging towards portrait.) Here is Jack, I believe. (Runs and opens door.) (Enter Smythe and Horngold.) Smythe. May we come in? Madge. Yes, come in; but pray don't make a noise, for Noel is asleep. Smythe. (Coming down) Asleep at this hour! Let's wake him up. Going.) Madge. (Sopping them.) No; please don't. It always makes him so irritable, I mean so nervous, when he is roused out of his sleep. You know how sensitive he is. Smythe. Drily.) We do. (Looking at picture on easel.) By Jove, the picture progresses. How hard the old boy does work! Madge. (Archly.) Yes, his labor is for the present you know, not for the future. Smythe. Now, Miss Heskett, you ar

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