Nellie.
When did you begin to love me?
Freddie.
Well, you know, I was awfully flattered by your caring for me.
Nellie.
Oh!... [There is a pause.] I don’t think I quite understand.
Freddie.
[Opening his arms.] Darling!
Nellie.
[Cuddling in them.] Oh, it makes me feel so delightfully wicked. I know I oughtn’t to let you kiss me. I know it’s treachery to poor Gerald.