George, I have been thinking; I really am not good enough to be your wife.
George.
Wha--what nonsense----
Gertrude.
I am too silly--oh, yes; I never know what to say to you! I am so stupid.
George.
Why, my child--darling--pet----
Gertrude.
A while ago, out in the garden, and the moon shining so brightly, you walked by my side in deep silence----