MRS. MAJOR. Young, of course (smiling).
FANNY. Rather!
MRS. MAJOR. Handsome?
FANNY (very quickly). Very! Well, judge of my surprise when, the very next morning, as I was sitting in the drawing-room, the door opened and the servant announced “Captain Boodle!”
MRS. MAJOR. The “young gentleman?” (smiling).
FANNY. Yes.
MRS. MAJOR. Perhaps you had given him your address?
FANNY (indignantly). Not I, indeed! He didn’t ask for it, or perhaps I might! Well, the next morning he called again, and the following morning, and the morning after that—in short, every morning—and as I was always in the drawing-room, of course quite by accident—
MRS. MAJOR. You naturally became quite intimate—familiar and chatty.
FANNY. He didn’t. I did all the chatting part! Never did I see any one so timid, so bashful, as Boodle. When he did try to say something, there he’d stand stammering and stuttering and blushing like a school-girl! But although his tongue didn’t say much, his eyes did!