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JOHN.
Man alive, you're not going to marry the barmaid of the "Golden Crown"?
BASIL.
[_Looking at him steadily._] Jenny _was_ a barmaid at the "Golden Crown."
JOHN.
But, good Lord, Basil, what d'you mean? You're not serious?
BASIL.
Perfectly! We're going to be married this day week.
JOHN.
Are you stark, staring mad? Why on earth d'you want to marry Jenny Bush?
BASIL.
That's rather a delicate question, isn't it? [_With a smile._]
Presumably because I'm in love with her.
JOHN.
Well, that's a silly a.s.s of an answer.
BASIL.
It's quite the most obvious.
JOHN.
Nonsense! Why, I've been in love with twenty girls, and I haven't married them all. One can't do that sort of thing in a country where they give you seven years for bigamy. Every public-house along the Thames from Barnes to Taplow is the tombstone of an unrequited pa.s.sion of my youth. I loved 'em dearly, but I never asked 'em to marry me.
BASIL.
[_Tightening his lips._] I'd rather you didn't make jokes about it, John.
JOHN.
Are you sure you're not making an a.s.s of yourself? If you've got into a mess, surely we can get you out. Marriage, like hanging, is rather a desperate remedy.
[BASIL _is sitting down and moodily shrugs his shoulders._ JOHN _goes up to him, and putting his hands on his friend's shoulders looks into his eyes._
JOHN.
Why are you going to marry her, Basil?
BASIL.
[_Springing up impatiently._] d.a.m.n you, why don't you mind your own business?
JOHN.
Don't be a fool, Basil.
BASIL.
Can't I marry any one I choose? It's nothing to you, is it? D'you suppose I care if she's a barmaid?
[_He walks up and down excitedly, while_ JOHN _with steady eyes watches him._
JOHN.
Basil, old man, we've known each other a good many years now. Don't you think you'd better trust me?
BASIL.
[_Setting his teeth._] What d'you want to know?
JOHN.
Why are you going to marry her?
BASIL.
[_Abruptly, fiercely._] Because I must.
JOHN.
[_Nodding his head quietly._] I see.
[_There is a silence. Then_ BASIL, _more calmly turns to_ JOHN.
BASIL.
D'you remember Jenny?
JOHN.
Yes, rather. Why, we always lunched there in the old days.
BASIL.
Well, after I came back from the Cape I began going there again. When I was out there she took it into her head to write me a letter, rather ill-spelt and funny--but I was touched that she thought of me. And she sent some tobacco and some cigarettes.
JOHN.
