She. But mind you, I'm fond of animals myself.
He. Oh, so am I. I dote on dogs. You know, I call the horse a noble animal—that's what I call the horse.
She (after a pause). I call the camel the ship of the desert.
He. Ah, very witty, very clever. I see you have a sense of humour. "Ship of the desert"—that's good.
She. Yes, I don't know what I should have done without my sense of humour.
He (sharply). No more do I.
She (confidentially). You know, I think dogs should be treated as dogs. They should be kept in their proper places. I like them best in the country, you know. Don't you?
He. Yes. I think the country is the place for all animals. One sees so many there—at least in some places.
She. I am so fond of the country. It is so restful. The old oaks and the buttercups and the village rector and the dear cows. I don't know what we should do without them.
He. That's what I say. Where would England be without the country?