CULVER. Oh! I do! Indeed I fancy after all I'm fairly safe. There's only one danger.
TRANTO. Yes?
CULVER. My—I mean the sex, must hear of the offered title from me first. If the news came to her indirectly she'd—
Enter Mrs. Culver rapidly, back .
MRS. CULVER ( rushing to him ). Darling! Dearest! What a tease you are! You needn't pretend any longer. Lady Prockter has just whispered to me over the telephone that you're to have a baronetcy. Of course she'd be bound to know. She said I might tell you. I never dreamed of a title. I'm so glad. Oh! But you are a tease! ( Kisses him enthusiastically .)
CURTAIN.