Basil.
[Putting it down.] I thought that man was never going away.
Hilda.
[Laughing.] I suspect he thought precisely the same of you.
Basil.
[Ill-temperedly.] What an ass he is! How can you stand him?
Hilda.
I'm rather attached to him. I don't take everything he says very seriously. And young men ought to be foolish.
Basil.
He didn't strike me as so juvenile as all that.