Parbury.
Is Miss Woodward charming? On my word, I hadn’t noticed it, but I’m in love with my wife, you see.
Gunning.
Of course you would be the last to discover that your secretary was personally pleasing.
Parbury.
You’re a sinister scoundrel, George, and coarse to a fault. Now, tell me what you’ve been doing all these years—shedding your illusions apparently.
Gunning.
I’ve had none to lose since I grew up. I got rid of mine about the time of measles and whooping-cough.
Parbury.
It’s a pity.