GERTRUDE. I've nothing more to tell, except that I'm awfully fond of
Mrs. Cleeve--
AMOS. Oh, if you once get my sister on the subject of Mrs. Cleeve--
[Taking up a newspaper.]
GERTRUDE. [To SIR GEORGE.] Yes, I always say that if I were a man
searching for a wife, I should be inclined to base my ideal on Mrs.
Cleeve.
SIR GEORGE. [Edging away towards KIRKE, with a surprised uncomfortable
smile.] Eh? Really?
GERTRUDE. You conceive a different ideal, Sir George?