Eve. No; that’s the worst of it. There’s something wrong with my conscience; it doesn’t seem to be up to its work. From some motive—mistaken politeness, perhaps—it declines to assert itself. Awful, isn’t it?
Ted. Come, something’s happened during my absence in town; tell me what it is.
Eve. Something of a tremendous nature has happened! Ted Athelney, I mustn’t call you Ted Athelney any longer!
Ted. What?
Eve. And I mustn’t let you kiss me, because I’m going to be married.
Ted. Married! (Starting.)
Eve. Yes.
Ted. To—? (Indicating Frederick.)
Eve. Yes. (He is much agitated.) Won’t you tell me that you are glad to hear it?