You talk more nonsense than anyone I ever met.
Brackley.
That's my stock in trade. You don't imagine people would read my poems if they knew that I was sober, industrious, and economical. As a matter of fact I lead the virtuous life of a clergyman's daughter, but not a reviewer would notice me if he knew it.
Hilda.
And the little things that the indiscreet read of in the papers....
Brackley.
Are merely another proof of my passion for duty. The British public wants its poets to lead romantic lives.
Hilda.
Are you ever serious?
Brackley.