An Empty Glass.
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My head is splitting—to upset my plans—
For some ridiculous child, and leave me here
Mad with neuralgia! What am I to do?
She said she'd go—I told them she'd be there
Within an hour—and Mrs. Arnold said———
For some ridiculous child, and leave me here
Mad with neuralgia! What am I to do?
She said she'd go—I told them she'd be there
Within an hour—and Mrs. Arnold said———
Hortense—
Who?
Who?
Nurse F.—
Why, Mrs. Arnold. Oh, my head! my head!
Why, Mrs. Arnold. Oh, my head! my head!
Hortense—
Silence about your head. Now tell me quick
What Arnold? Who is ill? and when? and how?
Silence about your head. Now tell me quick
What Arnold? Who is ill? and when? and how?
Nurse F.—
You needn't break my arm, your grip's like steel,
You make me feel quite sick, leave go I say!
It's Mr. Arnold, Max, the barrister,
Oh! but you hurt! and typhoid—virulent.
He's very bad, in fact, he can't be worse,
Delirious, and a shocking temperature.
I take the night—his wife—you know they are
Just lately married—she's an heiress, too,
You needn't break my arm, your grip's like steel,
You make me feel quite sick, leave go I say!
It's Mr. Arnold, Max, the barrister,
Oh! but you hurt! and typhoid—virulent.
He's very bad, in fact, he can't be worse,
Delirious, and a shocking temperature.
I take the night—his wife—you know they are
Just lately married—she's an heiress, too,
