EDWIN. My dear Ethel, that’s the twenty-second time you’ve asked me whether I’m not tired of you.
ETHEL. Well, you’re not, are you?
EDWIN. I’m not tired of you, my darling, but I’m getting very tired of saying so, and I’m most tired of all of this confounded neighbourhood.
ETHEL. Oh, Edwin, it’s the most delightful place I ever saw! Why, everybody says the scenery about here is the very scenery to pass through.
EDWIN. I am quite of their opinion. It is certainly not scenery to stop in.
ETHEL. And the chambermaid was telling me this morning how delighted everybody was who went away.
EDWIN. I can completely sympathise with them; I’m sure I shall be charmed when I go.
ETHEL. Why, what would you have? There are the loveliest sunsets.
EDWIN. Now, that’s just what I object to. I don’t like the suns about here; these blazing agricultural suns make such a fuss about retiring for the night. They’re not content unless they’ve everybody looking at ’em. Now, a respectable manufacturing sun gets behind a good thick cloud when it goes to bed; and I must say I think that’s much more reputable.