Gertrude.
Ah, yes; those stupid furnishings! Do you know, I don't think a wedding
half so much fun as Christmas. Now don't be long, will you? [_Exit_.]
[_Pause_.]
George.
Why so deep in thought, suddenly?
Marie.
I--? Oh, I was thinking. I was picturing to myself that cosy little
nook, your corner room!
George.