Merton [cheerfully]. Then there's no reason why you should leave off.
Kirstin. Daresay not.
Merton. But when you read stories about other kinds of lives, doesn't it make you want to see something else?
Kirstin. I'm not much of a reader. Father has some books put away but I don't care about it.
Merton. Doesn't he ever read a newspaper even?
Kirstin. There's none comes here.
Merton [laughing]. Well, I didn't think such people existed. This place will seem a dream to me when I get back.
Kirstin. A dream, will it?
Merton. Yes, you and your life here, and looking out and seeing wide pastures, and the palm trees, and the eucalyptus instead of seeing plane trees dropping their leaves on the London pavements. Oh! to see a wet plane leaf shining in the lights of London! There's no place like it after all. And now I'm going back to it.
Kirstin. You like London best then?