Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, April 29, 1914

William. H'm, not bad. Don't know that I care about those dream plays. (After deep thought) Capital caviare, that.

Mary (annoyed). You think of nothing but your food. Didn't you think DENNIS EADIE was splendid?

William. Very clever. A remarkable tour de force. H'm. Capital whitebait, too. Did you notice the saddle of lamb, my love? Capital.

Mary. I thought it was all very novel and interesting.

William. The dinner, my dear? Not exactly novel, but certainly----

Mary (coldly). I wasn't referring to the dinner. If you could manage to get your mind off your meals occasionally, I should like to discuss the play.

William (yawning). Not to-night, dear, I'm sleepy.... Capital dinner; don't know when I've had a better.... Very, very sleepy.

[He goes to bed and dreams.

THE DREAM.

SCENE I.