Quality Street

I WAS SITTING:

WITH AN UNHAPPY WOMAN

WHOSE HUSBAND:

WAS KILLED IN THE WAR,

AND AS I CAME OU OF THE COTTAGE,

HE WAS PASSING.

AND...

HE OFFERED ME:

HIS ESCORT.

AT FIRST HE WAS:

VERY SILEN AS HE HAS OFTEN BEEN

OF LATE.

WE KNOW WHY.

PLEASE NOT TO SAY

THAT I KNOW WHY.

SUDDENLY, HE STOPPED

AND SWUNG HIS CANE.

YOU KNOW HOW GALLANTLY

HE SWINGS HIS CANE?

YES INDEED.

HE SAID,

"I HAVE SOMETHING

"I'M WISHFUL TO TELL YOU, MISS PHOEBE.

PERHAPS YOU CAN GUESS

WHAT IT IS."

TO SAY I COULD GUESS IS TO

WOULD HAVE BEEN UNLADYLIKE.

I SAID, "PLEASE

NOT TO TELL ME:

IN THE PUBLIC:

THOROUGHFARE,"

TO WHICH HE:

INSTANTLY REPLIED,

"THEN I SHALL CALL AND

TELL YOU THIS AFTERNOON."

PHOEBE.

SUSAN, TO THINK THA IT HAS ALL HAPPENED

IN A SINGLE YEAR.

SUCH A GENTILE COMPETENCY

AS HE CAN OFFER.

A PHYSICIAN.

AND SO DASHING.

AND, SUSAN,

HOW AMUSING HE IS.

YES, ISN'T HE?

THE DAY HE FIRS DRANK TEA IN THIS HOUSE.

HE SMOKED HIS PIPE

IN THIS ROOM.

SMOKING IS INDEED

A DREADFUL HABIT.

BUT THERE'S

- THERE'S SOMETHING SO DASHING ABOUT IT.

PHOEBE, I HAVE

A WEDDING GIFT FOR YOU.

SUSAN, NOT YET.

IT'S BEEN READY

FOR A LONG TIME.

I MEANT IT FOR MYSELF.

IT WAS YEARS AGO.

I HAD HOPED THAT HE-

HIS NAME WAS WILLIAM.

BUT I'M AFRAID I WAS TOO

UNATTRACTIVE, MY LOVE.

SWEETEST, DEAREST.

HE WAS A NAVAL OFFICER.

BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED-

A MISS CECILY PEMBELTON.

AND THEY'RE

QUITE BIG BOYS NOW.

SUSAN, WHAT IS IT?

A WEDDING GOWN,

MY DEAR.

EVEN PLAYING WITH IT...

WE CAN'T HELP IT, PHOEBE.

WHEN WE ARE YOUNG,

WE HAVE ROMANTIC IDEAS

JUST AS IF:

WE WERE PRETTY.

LONG BEFORE IT WAS FINISHED,

I KNEW HE WOULD NOT OFFER...

BUT I FINISHED IT.

AND THEN I PUT IT AWAY.

BUT OF LATE, I'VE TAKEN

IT OUT, ALTERED IT.

SUSAN,

I COULDN'T WEAR IT.

OH, HOW SWEET.

HOW BEAUTIFUL.

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