Paula monologue — The Second Mrs. Tanqueray: A Play in Four Acts

Oh! I've no patience with you! You'll kill me with this life! [_She selects some flowers from a vase on the table, cuts and arranges them, and fastens them in her bodice._] What is my existence, Sunday to Saturday? In the morning, a drive down to the village, with the groom, to give my orders to the tradespeople. At lunch, you and Ellean. In the afternoon, a novel, the newspapers; if fine, another drive--_if_ fine! Tea--you and Ellean. Then two hours of dusk; then dinner--you and Ellean. Then a game of Bésique, you and I, while Ellean reads a religious book in a dull corner. Then a yawn from me, another from you, a sigh from Ellean; three figures suddenly rise--"Good-night, good-night, good-night!" [_Imitating a kiss._] "God bless you!" Ah!