[Fidgeting with the cigarette-box.] Not for many years, of course—three or four years, at least. Time makes the oddest things possible.
John.
[Thoughtfully.] I suppose so.
Olive.
It would appear supremely ridiculous to the world, you’re afraid?
John.
Pish! the world don’t matter a damn.
Olive.
[Softly.] Ah, that’s delicious!
John.