He. And it's awfully nice chatting all day.
She. Yes, when one doesn't go to sleep.
He. And, of course, we can fall back upon the circulating libraries and the newspapers.
She. And so much better than town. It must be absolutely ghastly in Piccadilly.
He. Yes, so I hear. And then there's the racing!
She. Ah, to be sure. To tell the truth, I didn't notice that very much. Was there any winning?
He. Oh, yes, a lot. But I really quite forget what——
She. Oh, never mind. We can read all about it in to-morrow's papers, and that will be better than bothering about it now.
[Scene closes in to soft music on the banjo.