Certainly, I’m sorry we were too modern to have an engagement ring; you’d have been able to give it back to me so beautifully.
Bunty
Don’t be ridiculous!
Nicky
Better than being blurred by sentiment.
[Bunty lights another cigarette and, kicking off her shoes, perches on the club fender and proceeds to warm her feet at the fire.]
[Enter Clara Hibbert.]
Clara
My dear, I’m shattered—and I’m going straight to bed—probably for several weeks.