Evelyn [boiling with rage]. Nonsense! How can it be hateful to be married if it's splendid to be in love?
[The cuckoo is heard.]
Cecil. Have you forgotten the cuckoo?
Evelyn. Oh!!!
Cecil. No ties, no responsibilities, no ghastly little villa with children bellowing in the nursery. Just life in the open hedgerow. Life and love. Happy cuckoo!
Evelyn [furious]. I think cuckoos detestable. They're mean, horrid, disgusting birds.
Cecil. No. No. I can't have you abusing cuckoos. They're particular friends of mine. In fact, I'm a sort of cuckoo myself.
Evelyn [turning on him]. Oh, I hate you! I hate you! [Stamps her foot.]
Cecil [with quiet conviction]. You don't.
Evelyn. I do!