Ebag Monologue from The Great Adventure: A Play of Fancy in Four Acts

From The Great Adventure: A Play of Fancy in Four Acts by Arnold Bennett

male · contemplative · 1:20 min

My name is Ebag--New Bond Street. (CARVE: What! You're my old dealer!) And I'm delighted at last to make your acquaintance, sir. It wasn't until I'd bought several of those small canvases from the Putney man that I began to inquire closely into their origin. As a general rule it's a mistake for a dealer to be too curious. But my curiosity got the better of me. And when I found out that the pictures were being produced week by week, fresh, then I knew I was on the edge of some mystery. (CARVE: The fact is, perhaps, I ought to explain.) Pardon me. I ask nothing. It isn't my affair. I felt certain, solely from the evidence of what I was buying, that the great painter who was supposed to be buried in Westminster Abbey, and whose somewhat premature funeral I attended, must be alive and painting vigorously. I wanted the assurance from your lips. I have it. The rest does not concern me--at any rate, for the moment.

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