Kit. Well, you see, when I got home last night the governor was sitting up for me.
Sydney. He would be.
Kit. And in the course of the row—you came in to it.
Sydney. Oh, but he likes me.
Kit. Yes, he was quite soothed when I said we were engaged.
Sydney. Liar!
Kit. [Serenely] Oh, well—
Sydney. [She finds his chuckle infectious] What did he say?
Kit. Oh, lots of rot, of course, about being too young. But he was quite bucked really until—
Sydney. Well?