““My aunt seems to think you need rescuing, sir,” Viola laughed. “Are you afraid of me?” “Terrified,” he replied, chuckling. “See? I’m drinking my tea for fear of you.” “Yes, all men hate tea,” she said, growing more pleased with him by the moment. “Here I thought it was just me.” “No. All,” she insisted. “Only think…if men did not despise tea so much, there would be no glory in forcing them to drink it every afternoon! Would you like another cup, Mr Pope?””
