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SCENE--_A Room_, PERSONS--GILNEST _and_ ERBERT.
[For further details, See Mr. OSCAR WILDE'S Article in _The
Nineteenth Century_ for July.]
_Erbert_ (_at the banjo_). My dear GILLIE, what are you doing?
_Gilnest_ (_yawning_). I was wondering when you were going to begin.
We have been sitting here for an hour, and nothing has been said upon
the important subject we proposed to discuss.
_E._ (_tapping him lightly on the cheek_). Tut, tut, my dear boy, you
must not be petulant. And yet, when I come to study you more closely,
your face looks charming when you make a _moue_. Let me see you do it
again. Ah, yes. You look into my eyes with the divine sullenness that
broods tragically upon the pale brow of the Antinous. And through
your mind, though you know it not (how indeed should you?), march many
mystical phantoms that are not of this base world. Pale HELEN steps
out upon the battlements and turns to FLAUBERT her appealing glance,
and CELLINI paces with Madame DE SEVIGNE through the eternal shadows
of unrevealed realism.
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