GERVASE. Eating your what?
SUSAN. My simple breakfast.
GERVASE (shaking his head). I'm very sorry, but I really don't think I could bear it. Only five minutes ago Ernest—I don't know if you know Ernest?
SUSAN. The great Ernest?
GERVASE (indicating with his hand). No, the very small one—Well, he was telling me all about the breakfast he'd just had, and now you're showing me the breakfast you're just going to have—no, I can't bear it.
SUSAN. My dear sir, you don't mean to tell me that you would do me the honour of joining me at my simple repast?
GERVASE (jumping up excitedly). The honour of joining you!—the honour! My dear Mr. Susan! Now I know why they call you Gentleman Susan. (Shaking his head sadly) But no. It wouldn't be fair to you. I should eat too much. Besides, Ernest may come back. No, I will wait. It wouldn't be fair.
SUSAN (unpacking his breakfast). Bacon or cheese?
GERVASE. Cheese—I mean bacon—I mean—I say, you aren't serious?
SUSAN (handing him bread and cheese). I trust you will find it up to your expectations.