Elizabeth.
Not at all, dear. And it is all right as soon as I get into the dark again.
Vera.
Should you like to see what the end of your optic nerve is like? There! [Showing plate in a book.
Elizabeth.
Dear me, Vera; is there anything wrong with me?
Vera.
Not a thing! That's a picture of a typical healthy eye. You are quite uninteresting, you and Father both!
Elizabeth.
I don't see how his eyes can be uninteresting.