Cecil. Evelyn? Oh, I don't like Evelyn. It's rather a stodgy sort of name. I think I shall call you Eve. Does any one else call you Eve?
Evelyn. No.
Cecil. Then I shall certainly call you Eve. After the first woman man ever loved. May I?
Evelyn. If you like—Cecil.
Cecil. That's settled then.
[He kisses her again. Pause of utter happiness, during which he settles her head more comfortably on his shoulder, and puts arm round her.]
Isn't it heavenly to be in love?
Evelyn. Heavenly!
Cecil. There's nothing like it in the whole world! Say so.
Evelyn. Love is the most beautiful thing in the whole world.