Kate.
It’s rather hard that I should have to remain a housemaid permanently in order to retain my husband’s affection.
Charles.
[Seriously.] It is, dear. I see that.
Kate.
However, there’s nothing to be done, so I may as well accustom myself to the idea as soon as possible. [Takes a broom and begins to sweep the floor.] You don’t think your absurd shyness is likely to diminish with time?
Charles.
It may, dear. But I think it would be unwise to count upon it. No, as far as I can see, the only thing to be done is for you to continue in your present occupation—you sweep charmingly—for the rest of your natural life.
Kate.
[Sweeping industriously.] What would my father say if he saw me!