ALGERNON.
Well, would you mind my reforming myself this afternoon?
CECILY.
It is rather Quixotic of you. But I think you should try.
ALGERNON.
I will. I feel better already.
CECILY.
You are looking a little worse.
ALGERNON.
That is because I am hungry.
CECILY.
How thoughtless of me. I should have remembered that when one is going to lead an entirely new life, one requires regular and wholesome meals. Won’t you come in?
ALGERNON.
Thank you. Might I have a buttonhole first? I never have any appetite unless I have a buttonhole first.
CECILY.
A Marechal Niel? [Picks up scissors.]
ALGERNON.
No, I’d sooner have a pink rose.
CECILY.
Why? [Cuts a flower.]