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November 22

He: “Have a cigarette? I enjoy lighting your cigarettes.”

She: “I don’t know how to smoke properly.”

He: “You smoke only as you could.”

She: “How’s that?”

H.: “Gracefully, of course.”

S.: “Do you think I like pretty things being said to me?”

H.: “Why not, if they are true. Flattery is when you tell an ugly woman she is beautiful. Have you so poor an opinion of yourself to think all I say of you is flattery?”

S.: “Yes. I am only four bare walls⁠—with nothing inside.”

H.: “What a deliciously empty feeling that must be.⁠ ⁠… But I don’t think you’re so simple as all that. You bewilder me sometimes.”

S.: “Why?”

H.: “I feel like Sindbad the Sailor.”

S.: “Why?”

H.: “Because I’m not George Meredith.” The title of “husband” frightens me.