I was the likeliest of the lot.
FREDA
(Quickly.)
No, not that, but... but... that I liked you best of all.
VANDERLIP
(Drawing her to him.)
Dear Freda.
FREDA
Dear Floyd.
(Door on right opens. They break away from each other and assume a more decorous position. Maid enters, bearing tray, on which are chafing-dish, dishes, napkins, etc., and a quart bottle of champagne. She sets tray on table. Freda serves Cupid's stew to Vanderlip, while Maid, a little to rear, is wrestling with champagne bottle.)