Tom
You’re worth ten of him any day. What’s the use of a chap like that? He doesn’t do anything except play the piano—he can’t play any games, he’s always trying to be funny——
Bunty
Shut up, Tom; you’re being rather cheap. I haven’t reverted to type so quickly that I can’t see some of the things I’m missing.
Tom
I wish I knew what you were talking about.
Bunty
Oh, God! I feel so miserable!
[She burst into tears.]