It Will be Fine Tomorrow
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- you. Before we came you couldn’t say enough to me about the wonders of the seaside during summer, and now, listen to you! It is an extraodinary contradiction!
- Husband.—I only say it to comfort you.
- Wife.—I would feel better pleased if you were a little disappointed! Such pretence does neither of us much good. It would be far better if we both showed a little regret.
- Husband.—All right! Now that you feel like that, the problem is solved. Let us therefore put the excursion behind us as a failure, and instead, let us live in hopes of making up for it in some other way before long! Do you agree to that, my dear?
- Wife.—(does not answer.)
- Husband.—Aren’t you anxious to hear what I mean?
- Wife.—I know it.
- Husband.—Then, what is it?
- Wife.—There is no need to say!
- Husband.—You’ve misunderstood me, or do you mean this … you remember the other day our neighbour asked us to take care of his phonograph for him while he was away from home? … Now he has asked us to keep it in order for him so that it will not get rusty.
- Wife.—Yes.
- Husband.—Do you remember how we used to set it going night after night, playing each record one by one? And how we learnt the “Song of the Volga Boatman” from memory?
