Hilda.
Dear me! Shakespeare wrote a play about Cleopatra, didn't he?
Brackley.
I daresay. I haven't read it. Shakespeare bores me. He lived so long ago.
Mabel.
Of course there are people who read him.
Brackley.
Are there? What do they look like?
Hilda.
[Smiling.] They bear no distinctive mark of their eccentricity.