Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
Look, maman, what Uncle Desmond sent. A photograph of himself and two nice ladies.
Susan Bonnard:
Nice ladies! Jacques, will you look at this? Bibi, go up and wash your hands.
Robert 'Bibi' Bonnard:
They're not dirty!
Susan Bonnard:
At once.
[Bibi leaves]
Susan Bonnard:
Well? You know what's on my mind. Show it to Grandpa.
Grandpere Bonnard:
[glancing briefly, then, dismissively]
Too skinny.
Susan Bonnard:
What do you suppose Bibi thinks of a thing like this?
Jacques Bonnard:
Thinks? He thinks nothing. He's only happy that Desmond remembered his birthday.
Susan Bonnard:
But these women! Who ARE they? WHAT are they? You know Bibi imitates all of you. He's even picked up Desmond's trick with the medals.
Grandpere Bonnard:
With the same results.
Susan Bonnard:
Be still. Jacques, he'll realize what this is all about someday.
Jacques Bonnard:
Eh! When he's old enough to realize, he'll be old enough to understand.
Susan Bonnard:
That Desmond-he's becoming the most roving eye in Ottawa. With everything else, does he have to be a traveling salesman? I shudder to think what is happening to women all over Canada.
Grandpere Bonnard:
We have had no reports from the outlying provinces.
Jacques Bonnard:
Don't worry about Desmond. One of these days he will change and settle down.
Susan Bonnard:
That's a transformation devoutly to be wished.
Grandpere Bonnard:
You quote?
Susan Bonnard:
Shakespeare.
Grandpere Bonnard:
Ah! There was an Englishman with glands!
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