My dear, I merely mentioned the fact that I was hungry.
Clare.
Well, you’re not hungry with your foot, are you?
Dean.
Don’t you think this bickering rather silly and childish?
Clare.
Very.
Dean.
(After a pause, and with a change of voice but unabated cheerfulness.) Unclouded sunshine and a sense of deep peace and repose! My ideal of an English Sunday! John told me just now that he feels inclined to sing the Te Deum on mornings like this.
Clare.