Life well, and find it wanting, nor deplore,
But in disdainful silence turn away,
Stand mute, self-centred, stern, and dream no more?”
Yes, Mr. Arnold, it is.
[Takes another bite of a sandwich.
Enter Mrs. Parbury, L.
Mrs. Parbury.
Why won’t you come to lunch, Miss Woodward. But oh, I see you’re having something here.
Miss Woodward.
[For a moment slightly confused.] I—I—[Drinks some of her beer]—I have a railway journey before me.