A Canterbury Tale1944

Prudence Honeywood:
That's your room. You won't get much of a view I'm afraid.

Alison Smith:
You should have seen the view from my room in London.

Prudence Honeywood:
Was it a long street with every house a different sort of sadness in it?

Alison Smith:
It was a long row of back gardens, and the tall, sad houses were all the same.

Prudence Honeywood:
Ghastly in winter.

Alison Smith:
Airless in summer. You seem to know them.

Prudence Honeywood:
The only man who ever asked me to marry him wanted me to live in a house like that. I'm still a maid.