Oh, yes indeed. (THE CALIFORNIAN parts the curtains of his berth to re-enter it.) Good-night, sir, and I assure you we shall do nothing more to disturb you--shall we, Edward? (MR. ROBERTS: No. And now, dear, I think you'd better go back to your berth.) I couldn't sleep, and I shall not go back. Is this your place? I will just rest my head on your shoulder; and we must both be perfectly quiet. You've no idea what a nuisance I have been making of myself. The whole car was perfectly furious at me one time, I kept talking so loud. I don't know how I came to do it, but I suppose it was thinking about you and Willis meeting without knowing each other made me nervous, and I couldn't be still. I woke everybody up with my talking, and some of them were quite outrageous in their remarks; but I didn't blame them the least bit, for I should have been just as bad. That California gentleman was perfectly splendid, though. I can tell you he made them stop. We struck up quite a friendship. I told him I had a brother coming on from California, and he's going to try to think whether he knows Willis. (Groans and inarticulate protests make themselves heard from different berths.) I declare, I've got to talking again! There, now, I shall stop, and they won't hear another squeak from me the rest of the night. (She lifts her head from her husband's shoulder.) I wonder if baby will roll out. He does kick so! And I just sprang up and left him when I heard your voice, without putting anything to keep him in. I must go and have a look at him, or I never can settle down. No, no, don't you go, Edward; you'll be prying into all the wrong berths in the car, you poor thing! You stay here, and I'll be back in half a second. I wonder which is my berth. Ah! that's it; I know the one now. (She makes a sudden dash at a berth, and pulling open the curtains is confronted by the bearded visage of THE CALIFORNIAN.) Ah! Ow! ow! Edward! Ah! I--I beg your pardon, sir; excuse me; I didn't know it was you. I came for my baby. THE CALIFORNIAN (solemnly). I haven't got any baby, ma'am.

Mrs Roberts Monologue from The Sleeping-Car: A Farce

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