JIMMY. (becoming aware of her and putting her down carefully)
I—why—the fact is, I don't—
THE ANGEL. The fact is, madam, I am his Guardian Angel.
ANNABELLE. An Angel! Oh!
THE ANGEL. Tell me, have I intruded?
ANNABELLE. No, not at all!
THE ANGEL. Thank you for reassuring me. I feared for a moment that I had made an inopportune entrance. I was about to suggest that I withdraw until you had finished the—er—ceremony—which I seem to have interrupted.
JIMMY. (surprised) But wasn't that what you came for—to interrupt?
THE ANGEL. I beg your pardon!
JIMMY. (bewilderedly) I mean—if you are my Guardian Angel, and all that sort of thing, you must have come to—to interfere!
THE ANGEL. I hope you will not think I would be capable of such presumption.