She poured the red Campari bitters and put in some Gordon's and then squirted the syphon.
"The gin is a reward for listening to the speech. I know you've heard the speech many times. But I like to make it. It's good for me to make it and it's good for you to hear it."
"O.K. Start it."
"Ah hah," Miss Mary said. "So you think you can make my husband a better wife than I can. Ah hah. So you think you are ideally and perfectly suited to one another and that you will be better for him than I am. Ah hah. So you think that you and he would lead a perfect existence together and at last he would have the love of a woman who understands Communism, psychoanalysis and the true meaning of the word love? What do you know about love you bedraggled hag? What do you know about my husband and the things we have shared and have in common?"
"Let me go on. Listen you bedraggled specimen, thin where you should be robust, bursting with fat where you should show some signs of race and breeding. Listen you woman. I have killed an innocent buck deer at a distance of three hundred and forty estimated yards and have eaten him with no remorse. I have shot the kongoni and the wildebeest which you resemble. I have shot and killed a great and beautiful oryx that is more beautiful than any woman and has horns more decorative than any man. I have killed more things than, you have made passes at and I tell you you will cease and desist in your mealy-mouthed mouthings to my husband and leave this country or I will kill you dead."
"It's a wonderful speech. You wouldn't ever make it in Swahili would you?"
"There's no need to make it in Swahili," Miss Mary said. She always felt a little like Napoleon at Austerlitz after the speech. "The speech is for white women only. It certainly does not apply to your fianc�e. Since when does a good loving husband not have a right to a fianc�e if she only wishes to be a supplementary wife? That is an honorable position. The speech is directed against any filthy white woman who thinks that she can make you happier than I can. The upstarts."
"It's a lovely speech and you make it more clear and forcible each time."
"It's a true speech," Miss Mary said. "I mean every word of it. But I've tried to keep all bitterness and any sort of vulgarity out of it. I hope you didn't think mealy-mouthed had anything to do with mealies."