' ''
``I should have wanted to kill her.''
``As Clytemnestra I believe you gratify that very natural
wish.''
``Then it has a happy ending, in spite of it being a
tragedy?''
``Well, hardly,'' said Clovis; ``you see, the satisfaction
of putting a violent end to Cassandra must have been
considerably damped by the fact that she had foretold what
was going to happen to her. She probably dies with an
intensely irritating `what-did-I-tell-you' smile on her
lips. By the way, of course all the killing will be done in
the Sumurun manner.''
``Please explain again,'' said the Baroness, taking out a
notebook and pencil.
``Little and often, you know, instead of one sweeping
blow. You see, you are at your own home, so there's no need
to hurry over the murdering as though it were some
disagreeable but necessary duty.''
``And what sort of end do I have? I mean, what curtain do
I get?''
``I suppose you rush into your lover's arms. That is
where one of the flying leaps will come in.''
The getting-up and rehearsing of the play seemed likely to
cause, in a restricted area, nearly as much heart-burning
and ill-feeling as the election petition.
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