Brackley
You break my heart.
Hilda
On the contrary, I provide you with the materials for a sonnet.
Brackley
Won't you marry me?
Hilda
No.
Brackley
Why not?
Hilda
[Amused.] I'm not in the least in love with you.
Brackley
People who propose to marry should ask themselves if they can look forward with equanimity to breakfasting opposite one another for an indefinite number of years.
Hilda
You're very unromantic.
Brackley
My dear lady, if you want romance I'll send you my complete works bound in vellum. I've ground out ten volumes of romance to Phyllis and Chloe and heaven knows who. The Lord save me from a romantic wife.
Hilda
But I'm afraid I'm hopelessly romantic.
Brackley
Well, six months of marriage with a poet will cure you.
Hilda
I'd rather not be cured.
Brackley
Won't you be in to luncheon on Thursday?
Hilda
No.
[The Butler comes in.
Butler
Mr. Halliwell, Mr. Kent.
[Basil and John appear, and at the samemoment Mabel comes in from the room inwhich she has been telephoning.
Mabel
[To John.] Wretched creature! I've been trying to ring you up.
John
Have I kept you waiting? I went down to Chancery Lane with Basil.
[John turns to shake hands with Hilda and Brackley, while Basil, who has said howd'you do to Hilda, comes down to speak to Mabel. The conversation between Mabel and Basil is in an undertone.
Basil
How d'you do. You must scold me for keeping John so long.
Mabel
I didn't really want him, you know.
Basil
[Pointing with his head to Brackley.] I say, who is that?
Mabel
Robert Brackley. Don't you know him?
Basil
The poet?
Mabel
Of course. They say he'd have been given the Laureateship if it hadn't been abolished at Tennyson's death.
Basil