TYRONE. You’re a fine armful now, Mary, with those twenty pounds you’ve gamed.
MARY {smiles qffecUonaUly). I’ve gotten too fat, you mean, dear. I really ought to reduce.
TYRONE. None of that, my lady' You’re just right We’ll have no talk of reducing. Is that why you ate so httle breakfast'*
MARY. So httle'* I thought I ate a lot.
