Well, we're sailing along. (Looks off L....

Charley's Aunt

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Well, we're sailing along. (Looks off L.) He makes a wonderful old lady--not a doubt about it. (With another look.) A bit singular to look at, perhaps, but then look at some of your old ladies! Nobody'd believe 'em possible, and he don't seem a bit worse to look at than two or three I could mention holding very 'igh positions, too. (Looks off again.) Both the old gents have got their eye on her. (Amused.) Lor'!--if they only knew. I fancy Sir Francis is favourite, although old Spettigue fancies himself (Chuckles loudly going down L.) Well, College gents'll do anything! (Chuckles.)

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