She (sadly). Nay, my beloved. This time I have embroidered nothing. It seems such a waste.
He. Yes, yes, of course. All the same——You know, my olive branch, I can’t help wishing you’d told me about this before we were wed.
She. I am sorry, my love. I can’t think how it slipped my memory. But there was so much shopping to be done, and what with one thing and another——Do have some more salad.
He. Thanks; its delicious. By the way, who made it?
She. With her own fair hands your lily contrived it.
He. Oh! Perhaps, after all, I won’t have any more. I don’t feel so hungry as I thought I did.
She. The last but two used to love my salads. All his married life——
He (musing). By the way, when you say “night,” what time of night do you mean? When did the last but two, for instance——
She. I should have said “evening” really; it was careless of me. Usually about nine——
He (looking at hour-glass). Curious—I don’t feel nearly so well. I wonder if——