Kate.
[Rallying him.] Come, make an effort.
Charles.
[In desperation.] It’s—er—a fine day.
Kate.
[Genially.] Considering that it’s raining steadily, dear, and has been for the past half-hour, I hardly think that can be considered a fortunate opening.
Charles.
[Covered with confusion.] Confound it! so it is. Forgive me—er—my dear, I didn’t know what I was saying.
Kate.
You very seldom do, dear—to me.