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You Never Can Tell

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CRAMPTON. Possibly. I hope so.

VALENTINE. And the gentleman hasn't a rap.

BOHUN (nailing Valentine to the point instantly). Then insist on a
settlement. That shocks your delicacy: most sensible precautions do.
But you ask my advice; and I give it to you. Have a settlement.

GLORIA (proudly). He shall have a settlement.

VALENTINE. My good sir, I don't want advice for myself. Give h e r
some advice.

BOHUN. She won't take it. When you're married, she won't take yours
either--- (turning suddenly on Gloria) oh, no, you won't: you think you
will; but you won't. He'll set to work and earn his living--- (turning
suddenly to Valentine) oh, yes, you will: you think you won't; but you
will. She'll make you.

CRAMPTON (only half persuaded). Then, Mr. Bohun, you don't think
this match an unwise one?

BOHUN. Yes, I do: all matches are unwise. It's unwise to be born;
it's unwise to be married; it's unwise to live; and it's unwise to die.

WAITER (insinuating himself between Crampton and Valentine). Then,
if I may respectfully put in a word in, sir, so much the worse for
wisdom! (To Valentine, benignly.) Cheer up, sir, cheer up: every man
is frightened of marriage when it comes to the point; but it often turns
out very comfortable, very enjoyable and happy indeed, sir---from time
to time. I never was master in my own house, sir: my wife was like your
young lady: she was of a commanding and masterful disposition, which my
son has inherited. But if I had my life to live twice over, I'd do it
again, I'd do it again, I assure you. You never can tell, sir: you
never can tell.

PHILIP. Allow me to remark that if Gloria has made up her mind---

DOLLY. The matter's settled and Valentine's done for. And we're
missing all the dances.

VALENTINE (to Gloria, gallantly making the best of it). May I have a
dance---

BOHUN (interposing in his grandest diapason). Excuse me: I claim
that privilege as counsel's fee. May I have the honor---thank you.
(He dances away with Gloria and disappears among the lanterns, leaving
Valentine gasping.)

VALENTINE (recovering his breath). Dolly: may I--- (offering himself
as her partner)?

DOLLY. Nonsense! (Eluding him and running round the table to the
fireplace.) Finch---my Finch! (She pounces on McComas and makes him
dance.)

McCOMAS (protesting). Pray restrain --- really --- (He is borne off
dancing through the window.)

VALENTINE (making a last effort). Mrs. Clandon: may I---

PHILIP (forestalling him). Come, mother. (He seizes his mother and
whirls her away.)

MRS. CLANDON (remonstrating). Phil, Phil--- (She shares McComas's
fate.)

CRAMPTON (following them with senile glee). Ho! ho! He! he! he!
(He goes into the garden chuckling at the fun.)

VALENTINE (collapsing on the ottoman and staring at the waiter). I
might as well be a married man already. (The waiter contemplates the
captured Duellist of Sex with affectionate commiseration, shaking his
head slowly.)

CURTAIN.

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