"I thought it was rather silly," she answered.
He had never had a criticism on his work that pleased him more.
"I mean," she went on, "I shouldn't have thought—well, nobody would go on like that."
"Go on how?"
"Why, go on so silly."
"You wouldn't like to see another play, written by the same man, then?"
"I wouldn't mind another one. Wild horses wouldn't drag me to see that again."
"Wild horses are not likely to try," he observed. At which jest she laughed loudly and charmingly, showing marvellous teeth. She had no cockney accent, though she occasionally and fitfully dropped an H.
"Oh, Gladys, do take me for a walk in the field."
"Want to see the calf?"