Why so deep in thought, suddenly?
Marie.
I--? Oh, I was thinking. I was picturing to myself that cosy little nook, your corner room!
George.
Marie, dear, how can I ever thank you for all the----
Marie.
Don't speak of it, George, for I take great delight in having the furniture moved about; and then, I say to myself: "Here is where they will take their tea, and there they will while away their leisure hours"--so---- But, what I meant to tell you! Yesterday we had an accident--the large mirror in the parlor was broken. I know it portends ill----
George.
What care I, so long as our friendship will not be broken.