Oberville. What else do you remember?
Isabel. A number of equally useless things. My mind is a store-room of obsolete information.
Oberville. Why obsolete, since I am providing you with a use for it?
Isabel. At any rate, it’s open to question whether it was worth storing for that length of time. Especially as there must have been others more fitted—by opportunity—to undertake the duty.
Oberville. The duty?
Isabel. Of remembering how you like your tea.
Oberville (with a change of tone). Since you call it a duty—I may remind you that it’s one I have never asked any one else to perform.
Isabel. As a duty! But as a pleasure?
Oberville. Do you really want to know?
Isabel. Oh, I don’t require and charge you.