By Charlie Pallilo, SportsMap. Home » Events. All events are subject to change due to weather or other concerns. Please check with the venue or organization to ensure an event is taking place as scheduled.
Event Details When Feb 13, , pm. Where Brazos Bookstore Bissonnet St. Houston, TX PHONE Ticket Info Admission is free. Find an Event. What's Nearby.
Goode Company Barbecue - Kirby 0. Fajitas A Go Go 0. Armadillo Palace 0. Under the Volcano 0. Goode's Armadillo Palace 0. Hans' Bier Haus 0.
You must say the glove or ballmovable in the orbit. My dear mother, don't fall avictim to the code of manners of the Earl's Court Road. Hercuriosity is too wonderful. My mind's not on the game tonight. It's private. I want to propose.
Stay and see itout. I've saved him all the preliminary beating about the bush. All he's got to do is ask you yes or no, and all you've got to dois say one or the other.
It's quite easy. I'll keep cave for tenminutes. Be brave, and let who will be brilliant. There is a brief, uncomfortable silence. BERYLremains standing, running her fingers through the cards onthe table. In fact, I believe I'm glad. It doessave me from listening to an immense amount of remarksthat have nothing to do with.
See Full Reader. View Download 2. Two candles are burning on it, and there are bridge markers also upon it, and two packs of cards. It'splayed at every decent Club. There's no question about it'sbeing jolly bad. You had it. They'replaying Bridge, the silent game. My dear, if the truth must be told,I'm rather worried about the boy myself, and I made a feeble attempt to be merry and bright. So you've worried too! What have you noticed? You've said that you love me. I don't know whether I'm on my head or my heels!
This means so much to me. That's why I'm more serious than I've ever been before. I do love you I love five men just as much as I love you. Who are they? I can't possibly make up my mind tonight. I don't agree with a girl having a mind. What I mean is that I think a man ought to make up a girls' mind for her. Let me make up your mind for you. It's like having a piano and letting the next door neighbour play on it. Go away! This is a moment when you ought to be absolutely calm and collected.
Excitement and haste may mean years of misery. Married to you! Evidently I don't count so long as you're happy. I think about you far more than I think about myself.
BERYL: It's very nice of you, but that's the way to become an angel, and if you become an angel you can't possibly marry me. It is difficult, isn't it? Do you hear? BERYL: I like you more than ever for adopting the strong man tone, Arthur dear, but unfortunately Cupid has not yet shot an arrow into my heart. He has sent plenty of arrows at me, but has always missed the bull. Why didn't you put a notice on the door?
Been playing Bridge? For goodness sake open it and put us out of our misery. He asked to be remembered to you. You obviously like him. He's merely a drab wall to me. She fusses about, pretending to be busy. It's only from some idiot who has spent sixpence because he couldn't be bothered to write a card that would have cost a halfpenny.
This room seems popular tonight. You top the list of passes. Simply delighted. COOK: [flinging up her arms] Now then, all together, hip-hip And at the head of the list. Er--isn't the drawing-room going to be used tonight? Phyllis, run and light the candles on the piano. COOK: I will. I want a word with father. But not too many words. Well, I can't tell you how glad I am that you've done so frightfully well.
HARRY, left alone, remains standing quite still. A girl's voice singing to piano accompaniment can be heard. He listens and then goes sharply across the room and shuts the door. He goes to the card table where BERYL was sitting and picks up her cards tenderly, then flings them down.
Enter MR. He leaves the door open. Shall we smoke a pipe? HARRY goes and shuts the door with a bang. What do you think? Town or country? I shan't practise. You mean you'll take up a hospital appointment. I'm going to chuck doctoring. Call it ingratitude, waste of time and money, whatever you like. They are all the right words. I'm very sorry about it, but there it is. I'm a fool, and you can't alter me. I was working to do well in my M. First because I wanted to show you that I understood and was--awfully grateful to you for having gone without things to pay my fees and keep me.
The second reason has suddenly crumbled. I've worked for nothing as far as that's concerned. I didn't know until just now. Since you've been in? Don't ask me what it is. It sounds feeble enough. But I'm the sort of idiot who goes in for building up castles in the air, and a castle is no good to me unless the right person is going to share it with me. I've made a hopeless mistake, and so I shall chuck everything and go out to Canada, or somewhere, and get on to something else.
0コメント