Violet.
Yes. No. Have we got to hide ourselves? Has it come to that already? Oh, I hate myself.
[Arthur comes in.]
Violet.
[Brightly.] You're very gay this afternoon, Arthur. One doesn't often hear you whistle.
Arthur.
D'you think it's unbecoming to my years or to my dignity?
Violet.
Shall I give you a cup of tea?
Arthur.