(Coming down, a glassful in his hand.) Here’s to you, Patricia!
Lady Patricia.
(In a deep voice, looking into eternity.) We are all born to suffer, to endure, to renounce....
Bill.
Oh, well! I’ll drink that Russian stuff if you like.
Lady Patricia.
I was not thinking of tea. I was thinking of life.
Bill.
(Unfeignedly relieved.) Yes, it’s an awfully hard world. (Takes a long draught.) By Jove, that’s clinking good!