"No, really, do go on, won't you?"
"I certainly sha'n't. People would think we was mad."
"What do people matter?"
"Hark at him. Now he's crushed the world."
"One has to be fanciful on such an afternoon."
"You're right."
"I suppose I couldn't kiss you here?"
"Oh, of course. Wouldn't you like to sit down on the curb and put your arm round my waist?"
"As a matter of fact, I should."
"Well, I shouldn't. See? Where's this unnatural tea-shop?"