The Land of Promise: A Comedy in Four Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I guess I’m in your way.

Norah.

Not more than usual, thank you.

Taylor.

[Smiling.] I guess you’ll not be sorry to see the last of me.

Norah.

I can’t honestly say that it makes the least difference to me whether you go or stay.

Marsh.

Now don’t start quarrelling, you two.

Hornby.