King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays Part 9 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
THE ANGEL. (_politely_) I hope I am not intruding?
JIMMY. Why--why--not exactly!
ANNABELLE. (_in his arms, indignantly_) Jimmy! who is that man?
JIMMY. (_becoming aware of her and putting her down carefully_) I--why--the fact is, I don't--
THE ANGEL. The fact is, madam, I am his Guardian Angel.
ANNABELLE. An Angel! Oh!
THE ANGEL. Tell me, _have_ I intruded?
ANNABELLE. No, not at all!
THE ANGEL. Thank you for rea.s.suring me. I feared for a moment that I had made an inopportune entrance. I was about to suggest that I withdraw until you had finished the--er--ceremony--which I seem to have interrupted.
JIMMY. (_surprised_) But wasn't that what you came for--to interrupt?
THE ANGEL. I beg your pardon!
JIMMY. (_bewilderedly_) I mean--if you are my Guardian Angel, and all that sort of thing, you _must_ have come to--to interfere!
THE ANGEL. I hope you will not think I would be capable of such presumption.
JIMMY. (_puzzled_) You don't want to--so to speak--reform me?
THE ANGEL. Not at all. Why, I scarcely know you!
JIMMY. But you're my--my Guardian Angel, you say?
THE ANGEL. Ah, yes, to be sure. But the relation of angelic guardians.h.i.+p has for some hundreds of years been a purely nominal one.
We have come to feel that it is best to allow mortals to attend to their own affairs.
JIMMY. (_abruptly_) Then what did you come for?
THE ANGEL. For a change. One becomes tired of familiar scenes. And I thought that perhaps my relations.h.i.+p to you might serve in lieu of an introduction. I wanted to be among friends.
JIMMY. Oh--I see.
ANNABELLE. Of course. We're delighted to have you with us. Won't you sit down? (_She leads the way to the fire_.)
THE ANGEL. (_perching on back of one of the big chairs_) If you don't mind! My wings, you know.
JIMMY. (_hesitantly_) Have a cigarette?
THE ANGEL. Thank you. (_He takes one_.) I am most anxious to learn the more important of your earthly arts and sciences. Please correct me if I go wrong. This is my first attempt, remember. He blows out a puff of smoke.
ANNABELLE. (_from the settle_) You're doing it very nicely.
THE ANGEL. It is incense to the mind.
ANNABELLE. (_laughing, blowing a series of smoke rings_) You must learn to do it like this!
THE ANGEL. (_in awe_) That is too wonderful an art. I fear I can never learn it!
ANNABELLE. I will teach you.
THE ANGEL. (_earnestly_) If you were my teacher, I think I could learn anything.
ANNABELLE. (_giggles charmingly_).
JIMMY. (_embarra.s.sed_) Really, Annabelle...!
ANNABELLE. What's the matter?
JIMMY. Ordinarily I wouldn't mind your flirting with strangers, but...
ANNABELLE. (_indignantly_) Jimmy! How can you?
THE ANGEL. It was my fault, I'm sure--if fault there was. But what is it--to flirt? You see, I wish to learn everything.
ANNABELLE. I hope you never learn that.
THE ANGEL. I put myself in your hands.
JIMMY. Er--would you like a--drink?
THE ANGEL. Thank you. I am very thirsty. (_Taking the gla.s.s_.) This is very different from what we have in Heaven. (_He tastes it. A look of gratified surprise appears on his face_.) And much better! (_He drains the gla.s.s and hands it back_.) May I have some more?
ANNABELLE. Be careful!
THE ANGEL. What should I be careful of?
ANNABELLE. Don't drink too much of that--if it's the first time.
THE ANGEL. Why not? It is an excellent drink.
JIMMY. (_laughing_) The maternal instinct! She is afraid you may make yourself--ridiculous.
THE ANGEL. Angels do not care for appearances. (_He stands up magnificently in the chair, towering above them_.) Besides . . .
(_refilling his gla.s.s_) I feel that you do an injustice to this drink. Already it has made a new being of me. (_He looks at Annabelle_.) I feel an emotion that I have never known before. If I were in heaven, I should sing.
ANNABELLE. Oh! Won't you sing?
THE ANGEL. The fact is, I know nothing but hymns. And I'm tired of them. That was one reason why I left heaven. And this robe. . . .
(_He descends to the floor, viewing his garment with disapproval_.) Have you an extra suit of clothes you could lend me?
JIMMY. (_reflectively_) Yes, I think I have some things that might fit. (_The Angel waits_.) Do you want them now? I'll look.
