"About five minutes ago."
"Why didn't you open your eyes—or say something?"
"Didn't want to. I was enjoying myself."
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes. Listening to all the things you were saying. You'll never say them so well again. You'll be too beastly self-conscious."
Bill had turned a dark brick-red.
"Bundle—you really didn't mind? You know, I do love you so. I have for ages. But I never have dared tell you so."
"You silly juggins," said Bundle. "Why?"
"I thought you'd only laugh at me. I mean—you've got brains and all that—you'll marry some bigwig."
"Like George Lomax?" suggested Bundle.