Mr. A. Yes. But it is a pleasure that soon palls. The most luxurious person does not care for too much of it at a stretch.
Miss B. Oh, don't you think so. In early spring, for instance, with the dew upon the flowers!
Mr. A. Ah! you take the romantic view. But how would you like it beneath some rapid torrent or some broad majestic river?
Miss C. (thinks she sees her way, and hazards a remark). Or in a sauce?
Mr. A. I beg your pardon. Please tell me in a whisper what you suppose the word to be?
Miss C. (whispers) Fish! What! isn't that right?
Mr. A. I am afraid you must submit to a temporary eclipse. (Throws her handkerchief over her face.)
Mr. A. to Miss B. You mentioned spring, I think. For my own part, I prefer feathers.
Mr. D. (rashly concludes, from the combination of "spring" and "feathers," that spring chickens must be referred to). Surely you would have them plucked?
Mr. A. (looks puzzled). I think not May I ask you to name your guess?
Oh, no, quite out. I must trouble you for your pocket handkerchief.