Drummle.

Eh?

Paula.

Doesn't that define a happy marriage? I'm sleek, well-kept, well-fed, never without a bone to gnaw and fresh straw to lie upon. [Gazing out of the window.] Oh, dear me!

Drummle.

H'm! Well, I heartily congratulate you on your kennel. The view from the terrace here is superb.

Paula.

Yes, I can see London.

Drummle.

London! Not quite so far, surely?