Glad. Must one be in society to be bored? I am bored in Midlandton.
Peter (with the quickly acquired London attitude to the provinces). Oh, Midlandton!
Glad. We don't live in Midlandton. No one does. Midlandton! It sends a shiver up your baek like the tear of a sheet.
Peter. I couldn't go back now.
Glad. And I've given up hope of ever getting to London.
Peter. Do you want to very much? (Draws towards right arm-chair, and sits leaning forward towards her.)
Glad, (with deep conviction). I feel sometimes I'd do anything on earth to live here. (Smiling.) You see, I'd like to be a society butterfly. You can't understand that, I suppose.
Peter. Why not?
Glad. I thought you despised luxury.
Peter. Oh dear no. I like good clothes and soft living.