Una O'Connor: Wilson
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Quotes
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Elizabeth Barrett : Is that Mr. Browning over there?
Wilson : I shouldn't be at ALL surprised, Miss.
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Elizabeth Barrett : Oh, Wilson, I'm so tired. Tired! Tired. Will it never end?
Wilson : End, Miss?
Elizabeth Barrett : This long, long gray death of life.
Wilson : Oh, Miss Ba, you shouldn't say such things.
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Wilson : [after Miss Ba reads a poem aloud] I call that just lovely, Miss Ba.
Elizabeth Barrett : Yes, but do you know what it means?
Wilson : Oh, no Miss.
Elizabeth Barrett : Does it convey anything at all to your mind?
Wilson : Oh, no Miss Ba.
Elizabeth Barrett : Well, thank heaven for that.
Wilson : But, then, read poetry never does, Miss. Least ways not read poetry like what you make.
Elizabeth Barrett : Oh, but I didn't write that. It's by Mr. Browning.
Wilson : Oh, he must be a tailored gentleman.
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Wilson : Excuse me, Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Browning's downstairs.
Elizabeth Barrett : Oh, well - ask him to wait, please.
Bella Hedley : Oh, no dear, cousin. Ask him to come white up. We have to go downstairs and have tea with Uncle Edward. And besides, we wouldn't dweam of interrupting your tete-a-tete. Isn't it frilling, Harry. Mr. Browning's a poet and Miss Elizabeth's a poet. Isn't that a coincidence?
Harry Bevan : Oh, quaint, my dear, quaint.
