Mrs. TalmannHe was an orphan, Mr. Neville, and needed to be looked after.
Mr. NevilleAn orphan, madame, because his mother became a Catholic?
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Mr. NevilleI'm surprised, delighted. I am overwhelmed.
Mrs. HerbertMr. Neville, I will take all three states of your satisfaction into consideration.
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[to his nephew Augustus]
Mr. TalmannChasing sheep is a tiresome habit best left to shepherds.
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Mrs. TalmannYour inventory, Louis, is unlimited. Like your long, clean, white breeches, there is nothing of substance in either of them.
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Mr. NevilleWhy doesn't your husband have the moat cleaned out?
Mrs. HerbertHe doesn't like to see the fish. Carp live too long - they remind him of Catholics. Besides, from his window, the duckweed could be mistaken for lawn.
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Mrs. TalmannWhen your speech is as coarse as your face, Louis, then you sound as impotent by day as you perform by night.
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Mrs. TalmannShe does not fret father, or if she does you well know the cause is your indifference - a house, a garden, a horse, a wife the preferential order.
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Mr. TalmannThe gardens of England are becoming veritable jungles, such exotics are grossly unsuitable. If the Garden of Eden was planned for England, God would have seen to it.
Mr. NevilleThe Garden of Eden, Mr. Talmann, was originally intended for Ireland. For it was there, after all, that St. Patrick eradicated the snake.
Mr. TalmannThe only useful eradication that ever happened in Ireland, Mr. Neville, was peformed by William of Orange four years ago on my birthday!
Mr. NevilleAnd happy birthday to you, Mr. Talmann. And if you are not too old to receive presents, perhaps the gardener and I can find a snake for your Orangerie!
Mrs. TalmannSince when has adultery been ingenious? You are ridiculous, Mr. Neville.
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[to her husband, Louis Talmann]
Mrs. TalmannYour speech, Louis, is becoming meteorological.
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[feigning anger]
Mrs. HerbertIs losing a husband a humiliation, Mr. Neville?
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Mr. NevilleFour garments and a ladder do not lead us to a corpse.
Mrs. TalmannMr. Neville, I said nothing about a corpse.
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Mrs. TalmannI will stay dressed, Mr. Neville; you will not.
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Mr. NoyesMadam, you are disingenuous beyond words.
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Mr. SeymourIt is said that the Duke de Corsay invited his water mechanic to the top of an elaborate cascade he had built and asked him if he could build such a marvel for anyone else. The man, offering various thanks and pleasantries, finally admitted that with sufficient patronage he probably could. The Duke de Corsay pushed him gently in the small of the back, and the wretched man plummeted to a watery death.
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Mr. TalmannHe eats like a vagrant and dresses like a barber!
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Mr. NoyesMr. Lucas was a man whose ethusiasms were divided equally between his garden and his children. Whenever his wife conceived, Mr. Lucas planted fruit trees. His wife seldom came to a successful labor, and those children she was blessed with died before weening. Mr. Lucas threatened to cut his trees down but he never did. To date there are eleven trees in his fruit garden - and he knows them all by their Christian names.
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Mrs. TalmannYour innocence, Mr. Neville, is always sinister.
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[pretending to accuse Mr. Neville of murder]
Mr. TalmannMore than a witness, Mr. Neville - an accessory to misadventure.
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Mr. NoyesMr. Chandos was a man who spent more time with his gardener than his wife. They discussed plum trees - ad nauseam. He gave his family and his tennants cause to dread September, for they were regaled with plums till their guts rumbled like thunder and their backsides ached from overuse. He built the chapel at Fouvant, where the pew seats are made of plumwood, so the tennants still have cause to remember Chandos through their backsides - on account of the splinters.
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Mrs. ClementSome years ago, two gentlemen went back to Amsterdam saying that Allhevingay was just like home. There was so much water - so many ornamental ponds, so many canals, so many sinks and basins. There was even a wind pump. What they had not realized was my father had made his land into a pattern of reservoirs because he was terrified of fire. There was even a room under the front stairs that housed two hundred buckets, all of them filled with water. I know because whenever I was taken short, my brothers and I used to rush in there and use them.
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Mrs. ClementThose buckets were filled before my mother died. I expect them to be still there, with the same water of thirty years ago, I shouldn't wonder - mixed with a little of myself, of course. I used to pee like a horse. I still do.
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Mrs PierpontMr Noyes, do you have a ribauld piece of gossip for me?
Mr. NoyesI am here to fulfill a role as entertainer, so, I am sure that I could find something for you.
Mrs PierpontThen you are here on merit. A characteristic that the company does not share, being here merely to express confidence in one another's money.