DR. FREEMANTLE [he goes across to her]. What’s the trouble? Too much Bennet?
FANNY [she looks up. There is a suspicion of a smile]. One might say—sufficient?
DR. FREEMANTLE [laughs]. Excellent servants. If they’d only remember it. [He glances round—sinks his voice.] Take my advice. Put your foot down—before it’s too late.
FANNY. Sit down, please. [She makes room for him on the settee.] Because I’m going to be confidential. You don’t mind, do you?
DR. FREEMANTLE [seating himself]. My dear, I take it as the greatest compliment I have had paid to me for years.
FANNY. You put everything so nicely. I’m two persons. I’m an angel—perhaps that is too strong a word?
DR. FREEMANTLE [doubtfully]. Well—
FANNY. We’ll say saint. Or else I’m—the other thing.
DR. FREEMANTLE. Do you know, I think you could be.
FANNY. It’s not a question about which there is any doubt.