Mrs. Roberts monologue — The Sleeping-Car: A Farce

Oh, do you _think_ they are, aunty? Oh, if I could _only_ believe they were sitting down to a hot supper together now, I should be _so_ happy! They'd be sure to get on if they were. There's nothing like eating to make men friendly with each other. Don't you know, at receptions, how they never have anything to say to each other till the escalloped oysters and the chicken salad appear; and then how sweet they are as soon as they've helped the ladies to ice? Oh, thank you, _thank_ you, aunty, for thinking of the hot supper. It's such a relief to my mind! You can understand, can't you, aunty dear, how anxious I must have been to have my only brother and my only--my husband--get on nicely together? My life would be a wreck, simply a wreck, if they didn't. And Willis and I not having seen each other since I was a child makes it all the worse. I do _hope_ they're sitting down to a hot supper.