(Nora, with a basket of fruit on her arm, enters from road.)
Nora.
(Laughing.) Halloo, you two? At it again? Settling the affairs of the world in this remote spot!
Gordon.
Why not? Every spot is remote from somewhere else.
Nora.
London is not remote from the war, and if your ideas aren’t boiled gooseberries, they had better get to London.
Loveday.
Of course they will get to London. All ideas reach London in the end.