The gnome had run amok with a vengeance.
"Darling, darling, darling, darling!" said one young man in an ecstasy increasing with every syllable.
"Darling, darling, darling!" came the feminine answer, in tones that thrilled.
Then another sweet voice was gently borne upon the westering wind.
"I know where there's the teeniest duck of a saucepan set which will just suit our wee little homey."
The stars twinkled.
"Does-um!" was the masculine answer.
Still the stars twinkled.
"Ted," said Emma, "do you love me, love me?" She had been to a series of popular melodramas, and saw herself languid and rapturous. She asked questions emotionally, with the emphasis that comes with repetition.
"That I do just, old gell!" came the reply.