Freddie.
What do you mean?
Nellie.
You ought to have told me. I don’t think it was nice of you to get a licence without saying a word to me about it. I think it was a great liberty.
Freddie.
A licence?
Nellie.
You must know that I can’t marry you. Nothing will induce me to break my promise to Gerald. I’m very angry with you.
Freddie.
I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking about.