Taylor.
I guess I didn’t either.
Norah.
I suppose parting’s always rather painful.
Taylor.
If you go back to the Old Country, I guess—I guess you’ll never come back.
Norah.
[Rather shyly.] Perhaps you’ll come over to England one of these days. If you have a couple of good years you could easily shut the place up and run over for the winter.
Taylor.
I guess that would be a dangerous experiment. You’ll be a lady in England, and I guess I’d be just the hired man.