Brooke Twombley Monologue from The Cabinet Minister: A farce in four acts

From The Cabinet Minister: A farce in four acts by Arthur Wing Pinero

male · comedic · 1:11 min

Oh, very well; it's awfully confusing. (PROBYN goes out. BROOKE reads the letter.) "My sweet child. For heaven's sake let me have your skeddle, or whatever you call your list of debts, directly. I'll do my best to get you out of your scrape, though how I can't think. I'm desperately short of money, and altogether--as my poor dear father used to say--things are as blue as old Stilton. If your pa finds out what a muddle I'm in, I fear he'll throw up public life and bury us in the country, and then good-by to my dear boy's and girl's prospects. So if I contrive to clear you once more, don't do it again, my poppet, or you'll break the heart of your loving mother, Kitty Twombley." The Mater's a brick--what! But I wonder if she has any notion how much it tots up to. (He places the letter upon the back of a large saddle-bag arm-chair while he takes out the schedule.)

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