Gerald.
He’s out in India at this moment. He’s a soldier, you know. It appears there’s some trouble on the North-West Frontier, and he’s in command of the expedition.
Mrs. Dot.
Oh, but nothing is going to happen to him. He’ll live till he’s eighty.
Gerald.
I’m sure I hope he will.
Mrs. Dot.
Say again that you love me, Gerald.
Gerald.
[Smiling.] I oughtn’t to yet.