CHARLES. I say-what gives you these heads? You've been very on and off all this last month.
CHLOE. I don't know. Except that—except that I am going to have a child, Charlie.
CHARLES. After all! By Jove! Sure?
CHLOE. [Nodding] Are you glad?
CHARLES. Well—I suppose I am. The guv'nor will be mighty pleased, anyway.
CHLOE. Don't tell him—yet.
CHARLES. All right! [Bending over and drawing her to him] My poor girl, I'm so sorry you're seedy. Give us a kiss.
[CHLOE puts up her face and kisses him passionately.]
I say, you're like fire. You're not feverish?
CHLOE. [With a laugh] It's a wonder if I'm not. Charlie, are you happy with me?