The Unknown; A Play in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

To say nothing of a tin of sardines and a packet of mustard.

John.

Now take off your hat, Sylvia. You mustn’t hide the best feature you’ve got.

Sylvia.

[Taking it off.] I hope you don’t think I shall go on doing exactly what you tell me a minute after the war’s over.

John.

I haven’t noticed any startling alacrity to do what I tell you as it is.

Sylvia.

You ungrateful fellow! When have I hesitated to carry out your slightest wish?

Mrs. Wharton.