ANNABELLE. No. . . .
JIMMY. Er—good.
ANNABELLE. But—
JIMMY. Yes—?
ANNABELLE. I got to wondering. . . . (She drifts to the easy chair in front of the fire.)
JIMMY. Wondering . . . about what? (He looks at his watch.)
ANNABELLE. About love. . . .
JIMMY. Well . . . (He lights a cigarette)—it's a subject that can stand a good deal of wondering about. I've wondered about it myself.
ANNABELLE. That's just it—you speak so cynically about it. I don't believe you're in love with me at all!
JIMMY. Nonsense! Of course I'm in love with you.