She probably dies with an intensely irritating 'what-did-I-tell-
you' smile on her lips. By the way, of course all the killing
will be done in the Sumurun manner."
"Please explain again," said the Baroness, taking out a notebook
and pencil.
"Little and often, you know, instead of one sweeping blow. You
see, you are at your own home, so there's no need to hurry over
the murdering as though it were some disagreeable but necessary
duty."
"And what sort of end do I have? I mean, what curtain do I get?"
"I suppose you rush into your lover's arms. That is where one of
the flying leaps will come in."
The getting-up and rehearsing of the play seemed likely to cause,
in a restricted area, nearly as much heart-burning and ill-feeling
as the election petition. Clovis, as adapter and stage-manager,
insisted, as far as he was able, on the charioteer being quite the
most prominent character in the play, and his panther-skin tunic
caused almost as much trouble and discussion as Clytemnestra's
spasmodic succession of lovers, who broke down on probation with
alarming uniformity. When the cast was at length fixed beyond
hope of reprieve matters went scarcely more smoothly.
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