Frankie: John!... (She goes to him and stands quite close to him, playing with the lapel of his coat ... her voice is thrillingly low and eager.) I’ve been thinking such lots about the time when we’re married.
John: Have you?
Frankie: Yes. Listen!... If we don’t furnish those two top rooms at once, I think we’ll be able to have two servants; I’ve been going all through it with mother to-day—my dear, the prices of things are awful—but that’ll mean one to wait at dinner, and that’s ever so much nicer—and I’m going to give you such lovely little dinners—when you bring your friends home—and p’r’aps when you don’t sometimes!... Oh, and I’ve furnished your study to-day in my head—it’s going to be ever so comfy ... and you can write your book there in the evenings ... I won’t come near you if you don’t want me to ... you know, dear, we couldn’t have a smaller house than the little one at the corner, could we? ... and it’s really ever so cheap.
John: It’s a queer business, marriage, isn’t it?
Frankie: Yes.
John: We’ve got to be everything to each other for the rest of our lives.
Frankie: Dear!... I’m going to try to be——
John: ... Frankie!
Frankie: Yes, dear.
John: Do you remember once when I took you in my arms and kissed you?