Allen monologue (Act 3) — Woodbarrow Farm: Play in Three Acts

(_Who has sat r.in front of desk, reading._) “My darling Popsy-wopsy.” (_Looks up puzzled and round at Dex. Aside._) That ain’t Clara’s usual style. (_Reads._) “I am so terribly sorry to worry my own darling boy, but I am in such fearful trouble--I want £100 to pay some debts owing to a wicked man having cheated us. Would my own darling lend it to his broken-hearted little blossom, and don’t say anything to me afterwards until I pay you back, as I shall be so ashamed of it. I send papa with this. He knows nothing about it, so please don’t tell him--he is so proud.--(_Allen looks at Dex., who turns away and tries to assume airy unconsciousness_)--and would be so angry with me, but you are the only friend I have. Oh, my darling, do let me have the money or I shall go mad. A million, million kisses to my own sweet, precious lubby-dubby from his ever loving little birdie, Clara.” (_Dex. sits c._) “P. S.--Please don’t cross the cheque.”