TREHERNE. Tweeny? (Reprovingly.) Ernest, I hope her cooking has
nothing to do with this.
ERNEST (with dignity). Her cooking has very little to do with it.
TREHERNE. But does she return your affection.
ERNEST (simply). Yes, John, I believe I may say so. I am unworthy of
her, but I think I have touched her heart.
TREHERNE (with a sigh). Some people seem to have all the luck. As
you know, Catherine won't look at me.
ERNEST. I'm sorry, John.
TREHERNE. It's my deserts; I'm a second eleven sort of chap. Well,
my heartiest good wishes, Ernest.
ERNEST. Thank you, John. How's the little black pig to-day?
TREHERNE (departing). He has begun to eat again.
(After a moment's reflection ERNEST calls to TWEENY.)
ERNEST. Are you very busy, Tweeny?
TWEENY (coming to him good-naturedly). There's always work to do;
but if you want me, Ernest--
ERNEST. There's something I should like to say to you if you could
spare me a moment.
TWEENY. Willingly. What is it?
ERNEST.
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