MARGERY.
That’s what I like—nonsense. Say it again!
GERALD [with effort].
I love you, Margery. [Sits, and resumes his pen.] Now, let me get on with my work!
MARGERY [goes L. Aside]
Somehow it didn’t sound like that in Mapledurham. [Brightly.] Well, I suppose his head’s full of his book. I wish mine was of mine. Oh, those French verbs! and what’s the use of them? Why isn’t English good enough for England?
Enter Wells, L.
WELLS.
Captain Sylvester.
[Gerald flings down his pen in despair. Exit Wells, L.