Dear Brutus - James Matthew Barrie - Platanus Publishing

“JOANNA. That man--he suspects!
(This is a very different JOANNA from the one who has
so far flitted across our scene. It is also a different PURDIE.
In company they seldom look at each other, though when the
one does so the eyes of the other magnetically respond. We
have seen them trivial, almost cynical, but now we are to greet
them as they know they really are, the great strong- hearted
man and his natural mate, in the grip of the master passion.
For the moment LOB’S words have unnerved JOANNA and it
is JOHN PURDIE’s dear privilege to soothe her.)
PURDIE. No one minds Lob. My dear, oh my dear.
JOANNA (faltering). Yes, but he saw you kiss my hand.
Jack, if Mabel were to suspect!
PURDIE (happily). There is nothing for her to suspect.
JOANNA (eagerly). No, there isn’t, is there? (She is
desirous ever to be without a flaw.) Jack, I am not doing
anything wrong, am I?
PURDIE. You!”