CULVER. Moral: Look before you burn. Miss Starkey will now have to write a fresh letter.
MRS. CULVER. Arthur! You must forgive me. I'm in a horrid state of nerves, and you said you
were positively going to write to Lord Woking to-night to refuse the title.
CULVER. I did say so.
MRS. CULVER ( hopefully ). But you haven't written?
CULVER. I haven't.
MRS. CULVER. You don't know how relieved I am!
CULVER ( sitting down, drawing her to him, and setting her on his knee ). Infant! Cherub! Angel! Dove!... Devil! ( Caressing her .) Are we friends?
MRS. CULVER. It kills me to quarrel with you. ( They kiss .)
CULVER. Darling, we are absurd.