SUSAN. Well, you might do worse.
GERVASE (laughing). And propose to her after breakfast?
SUSAN. If you will. It is better than proposing to her at a ball as some young people do, carried away suddenly by a snatched kiss in the moonlight.
GERVASE (shaking his head). Nothing like that happened last night.
SUSAN. What does the Great Alfred say of the kiss?
GERVASE. I never read the Daily Mail.
SUSAN. Tennyson, Mr. Mallory, Tennyson.
GERVASE. Oh, I beg your pardon.
SUSAN. "The kiss," says the Great Alfred, "the woven arms, seem but to be weak symbols of the settled bliss, the comfort, I have found in thee." The same idea, Mr. Mallory. Companionship, or the art of having breakfast with a person. (Getting up) Well, I must be moving on. We have been companions for a short time; I thank you for it. I wish you well.
GERVASE (getting up). I say, I've been awfully glad to meet you. And I shall never forget the breakfast you gave me.