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The New Woman


effeminately decorated. The furniture of the boudoir type,
several antimacassars and a profusion of photographs and
flowers. The main entrance, R. at back, in the flat. Doors, R.
and L., window, L. of flat.
A knock is heard off, as curtain rises. Enter Wells, L.,
crosses stage and opens door in flat. Enter Colonel
Cazenove and Sylvester.
COLONEL.
Is my nephew at home?
WELLS.
No, Colonel; but I expect him every moment.
COLONEL.
Very well; I’ll wait. [Exit Wells, door in flat.] Bah! what a
stench of flowers! [Opens window and throws out a bunch of lilies
standing on the table below.] Sit down, Sylvester—if you can find
a chair to carry twelve stone.
SYLVESTER.
Really, I feel a sort of trespasser.
COLONEL.
Sit down.
SYLVESTER [sits].
I don’t know Cazenove very well——
COLONEL.
I’m much in the same case. Since he came up to town,
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I’ve only called upon him once before. By Jove, it was enough.
Such a set as I met here!
SYLVESTER.
I understood that he was up the river.
COLONEL.
Came back yesterday. Hope it’s done him good. After all, he’s
my nephew, and I mean to knock the nonsense out of him.
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