ETHEL. Excuse me: to a regiment of volunteers: I should never have dreamt of comparing them to anything regular.
EDWIN. Oh, nonsense, they’re a string of pearls.
ETHEL. Yes, pearls that have gone yellow.
EDWIN. Anyhow, you must admit, she has a very amiable mouth.
ETHEL. I don’t think that her mouth is amiable at all, or it would cover up her teeth more.
EDWIN. Well, what feature are you going to enlarge on next? Her ears?
ETHEL. I’m sure her ears don’t want enlarging on; they’re big enough already.
EDWIN. Now there’s only her hair left. Abuse her hair.
ETHEL. Oh, no, my love, she’s not responsible for that. It’s not her own.