People who propose to marry should ask themselves if they can look forward with equanimity to breakfasting opposite one another for an indefinite number of years.
Hilda.
You're very unromantic.
Brackley.
My dear lady, if you want romance I'll send you my complete works bound in vellum. I've ground out ten volumes of romance to Phyllis and Chloe and heaven knows who. The Lord save me from a romantic wife.
Hilda.
But I'm afraid I'm hopelessly romantic.
Brackley.
Well, six months of marriage with a poet will cure you.
Hilda.