DENNIS. Damn it, you've had a whole year in which to tell her lies about yourself; you oughtn't to grudge me five minutes. (To KATE) Well?
KATE. I agree, Dennis.
DENNIS. Good. (He spins a coin, puts it on the back of his hand, and says to NORWOOD) Call!
NORWOOD. What on earth—
DENNIS. Choice of innings.
NORWOOD. I never heard of anything so—Tails.
DENNIS (uncovering it). Heads. You shall have first knock.
NORWOOD (bewildered). What do you—I don't—
DENNIS. You have five minutes in which to lay your case before Mrs. Camberley. (He looks at his watch) Five minutes—and then I shall come back. . . . Is there a fire in the dining-room, Kate?
KATE (smiling in spite of herself). A gas-fire; it isn't lit.