I like this room, Mrs. Murray. It never seems to say to you: now it's really time for you to go away, as some drawing-rooms do.
Hilda.
[Recovering her serenity.] I suppose it's the furniture. I'm thinking of changing it.
Brackley.
[With a smile.] Upon my word, that almost suggests that I've outstayed my welcome.
Hilda.
[Gaily.] I shouldn't have said that if I didn't know that nothing would induce you to go till you wanted to.
Brackley.
[Rising.] You know me like your glove. But it really is growing monstrous late.
Hilda.