"Oh, isn't it exciting?"
"I have the ring in my pocket—"
"But touch wood, won't you?"
"Freddy?"
"Yes—"
"What's the matter with getting some forget-me-nots and mailing them to Jones in an envelope?"
"All right, I'll attend to it. Eighteen ninety-two Eighth Avenue, isn't it?"
"Be sure it is forget-me-nots, you know. Don't mix up the language of flowers, and send him one that says: 'I'm off with a handsomer man,' or, 'You needn't come round any more!'"
"Oh, Ezra, Eleanor is really getting quite worked up!"
"So am I!"