ERNEST (with dignity). Her cooking has very little to do with it.
TREHERNE. But does she return your affection.
ERNEST (simply). Yes, John, I believe I may say so. I am unworthy of her, but I think I have touched her heart.
TREHERNE (with a sigh). Some people seem to have all the luck. As you know, Catherine won’t look at me.
ERNEST. I’m sorry, John.
TREHERNE. It’s my deserts; I’m a second eleven sort of chap. Well, my heartiest good wishes, Ernest.
ERNEST. Thank you, John. How’s the little black pig to-day?
TREHERNE (departing). He has begun to eat again.
(After a moment’s reflection ERNEST calls to TWEENY.)
ERNEST. Are you very busy, Tweeny?