What a shame! Mrs Bompas has shown them to you! You must think me an utter ass. I wrote them years ago after reading Swinburne's Songs Before Sunrise. Nothing would do me then but I must reel off a set of Songs to the Sunrise. Aurora, you know: the rosy fingered Aurora. They're all about Aurora. When Mrs Bompas told me her name was Aurora, I couldn't resist the temptation to lend them to her to read. But I didn't bargain for your unsympathetic eyes. HER HUSBAND (grinning) Apjohn: that's really very ready of you. You are cut out for literature; and the day will come when Rory and I will be proud to have you about the house. I have heard far thinner stories from much older men. HE (with an air of great surprise) Do you mean to imply that you don't believe me? (HER HUSBAND: Do you expect me to believe you?) Why not? I don't understand. (HER HUSBAND: Come! Don't underrate your own cleverness, Apjohn. I think you understand pretty well.) I assure you I am quite at a loss. Can you not be a little more explicit?

He Monologue from How He Lied to Her Husband

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