Nonsense, George. You know how much you like pease, and I’m not very fond of them. I was hoping there’d only be enough for two so that I shouldn’t have to eat any.
Colonel Wharton.
Evelyn, where do you expect to go when you die if you tell such stories?
Mrs. Wharton.
Now, George, don’t be obstinate. You might give in to me sometimes. They’re the first pease out of the garden and I should like you to eat them.
Colonel Wharton.
No, my dear, I’d like to see you eat them. I’m an invalid, and I must have my own way.
Mrs. Wharton.
You tyrant! You haven’t seen Dr. Macfarlane this morning? I’m so anxious.
Colonel Wharton.