Not too well, I’m afraid.
Theophila.
A good deal my fault, I dare say. Oh, I hated Locheen——!
Fraser.
Yes.
Theophila.
As heartily as you hate London. I’m a town girl, a thorough little cockney—you knew it when you married me!—and—Locheen!——
Fraser.
Locheen is a beautiful place.
Theophila.