(Crestfallen.) Oh, Loveday, what do you mean?
Loveday.
Why! (Taking a step towards him, radiant, in the centre of stage.) I’m not going to trust to letters, which people can put in the waste-paper basket!
Gordon.
But, what do you mean, Loveday?
Loveday.
I’ll come with you myself! I’ll wait on their doorsteps (I know lots of people in London), I’ll waylay them at parties, and seize the very best opportunities for getting the right people to know you.
Gordon.
You will? You are a brick! How splendid!
Varlie.