Miss Vernon.
Aren’t you fond of the country?
Grace.
[Vehemently.] I hate it! I hate it with all my heart and soul.
Claude.
My dear Grace, what are you saying?
Grace.
It bores me. It bores me stiff. Those endless trees, and those dreary meadows, and those ploughed fields. Oh!
Edith.
I don’t think I could ever get tired of the view from your dining-room.