What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
50 cents addressed afraid Agnes ANNIE KILBURN anteroom anyway Aunt Mary believe bell Campbell's chair coming couldn’t courage course Crashaw Curwen dear didn’t Doctor door drawing-room Edward erts eyes face fellow flings garroter give glad gone hand handkerchief haven’t heard husband I’ve idea isn’t Itoberts Jane JMrs joke keep knew ladies laugh Lawton letter look Margaret matter mean Mervane Miller mind Miss Bayly Miss Greenway Miss Rice monde y danse mouse necktie never nice Nonsense Oh ſ Oh yes perfectly poor portière pretty ridiculous ring robbed Roberts Roberts's round rush scream sent sofa Somers sorry stands stay stop suppose sure talking tell thank there's they’re thing thought wasn’t watch What’s who's Willis Campbell window wish women won’t you’re you’ve
Page 105 - All that I said in that speech was that women haven't so much nerve as men. MRS. SOMERS. They have more. CAMPBELL. Nerves — yes. MRS. SOMERS. No, nerve. Take Dr. Cissy Gay, that little, slender, delicate, sensitive thing: what do you suppose she went through when she was studying medicine, and walking the hospitals, and all those disgusting things? And Mrs. J. Plunkett Harmon: do you mean to say that she has no nerve, facing all sorts of audiences, on the platform, everywhere? Or Rev. Lily Barber,...
Page 127 - No matter for the carpet; you can beat it into — pulp. (Campbell gets the poker and beats the carpet in different places.) Harder! Beat harder! Mrs. Roberts. You're not beating at all, Willis. You're just — temporizing. (Campbell wildly thrashes the carpet.) Mrs. Somers. There! that is something like. Now scream, Agnes ! Scream, Mrs. Curwen! Mrs. Miller, Lou, scream, please! All. Eeee! Mrs. Somers. But nobody started ! Mrs. Curwen. I didn't believe the rest would start, and so I didn't. Mrs....
Page 121 - As she reaches the stair-landing space before the drawing-room and looks in. where Campbell stands in the middle of the floor with his hands in his pockets and despair in his face: "You here, Willis ? What are you doing ? What is it ?" Her eye wanders to the ladies trembling in their several refuges, and a dawning apprehension makes itself seen in her face. "What is — Oh, it is — it isn't — it isn't a — mouse! Oh, Amy' Amy ! Amy ! Oh, how could you let me come right into the room with it?
Page 107 - Because — because I'm afraid we are not in sympathy. Because if you thought that I needed some vital emergency to make me show that I was ready to die for you any moment — " Campbell: "Die, for me? I want you to live for me, Amy.
Page 101 - CAMPBELL. You've always said they didn't want it. MRS. SOMERS. That is not the point.
Page 131 - I'm sorry with all my heart — I am, indeed. I had no conception that you cared so much for mice — despised them so much. MRS. SOMERS. Oh, yes, laugh, do ! It's quite in character. But if you have such a contempt for women, of course you wouldn't want to marry one. CAMPBELL. Yes, I should, my dear. But only one. MRS. SOMERS. Very well, then! You can find some other one. All is over between us. Yes! I will send you back the precious gifts you have lavished upon me, and I will thank you for mine....
Page 124 - I've perfectly loathed them ever since. MRS. BEMIS. Once in a farmhouse, where we were staying the summer, a mouse ran right across the table. ALL THE LADIES. Oh! MRS. CURWEN. One morning I found one in the bathtub. ALL THE LADIES. Oh, Mrs. Curwen! MRS. CURWEN. We'd heard it scrambling round all night. It was stonedead.
Page 110 - I've seen that mouse leave this room. Go all round, and stamp in the corners. (She covers her face again.) Ugh! Campbell. How are you going to see him leave the room if you won't look? He's left long ago. / wouldn't stay if I was a mouse. And I've got to go, anyway.
Page 109 - I've done my best. But I can't find it, and I can't drive it out till I do find it. Mrs. Somers. It's run into the fireplace. Rattle the tongs. (Campbell goes to the -fireplace and rattles the tongs against the shovel, Mrs. Somers meanwhile covering her face.) Ow — ugh — eeee! Is it gone ? (She uncovers her eyes.) Campbell. It never was there.