Loveday.
I do.
Nora.
You do? Of course you do. You will have to write him introductions. How will you begin? “A young genius, called Gordon Hyde, has ideas to set the Thames on fire. For love of me please give him a match”—or—“Gordon Hyde is my dear friend, and a dear fool, and as sometimes fools rush in where angels fear to tread, please send him in your motor car at once to the Prime Minister.”
(Both laugh, though Gordon flushes as if somewhat hurt.)
Loveday.
You laugh because you don’t know how powerful a really great idea is.
Nora.
I don’t. Perhaps because I’ve never met one.
Loveday.