Rosamund. I am opening it as fast as I can. [Reads it hurriedly.] There! I said so! Lottie fell off her bicycle last night, and broke her ankle—won't be able to stir for a fortnight—in great pain—hopes it won't inconvenience us!
James. Inconvenience! I must say I regard it as very thoughtless of Lottie to go bicycling the very night before our wedding. Where did she fall off?
Rosamund. Sloane Street.
James. That makes it positively criminal. She always falls off in Sloane Street. She makes a regular practice of it. I have noticed it before.
Rosamund. Perhaps she did it on purpose.
James. Not a doubt of it!
Rosamund. She doesn't want us to get married!
James. I have sometimes suspected that she had a certain tenderness for me. [Endeavoring to look meek.]
Rosamund. The cat!
James. By no means. Cats are never sympathetic. She is. Let us be just before we are jealous.