Taking the pen from her. What shall I say?
Jimmie.
Ho, ho! Well, I never! He writes. Oh, but it isn’t exactly a love-letter, is it? Simply say—what was the expression you used just now?—“will you allow me to remain behind for a few minutes with Miss Birch after the others have gone?”
Farncombe.
Writing. Thank you.
Jimmie.
With a little wriggle. Call me Jimmie if you like.
Farncombe.
Thank you.
Jimmie.