Teddie. In about a month.
C.-C. I see.
[He goes out.
Elizabeth. I wonder what he has at the back of his head.
Teddie. D’you think he was talking at you?
Elizabeth. He’s as clever as a bagful of monkeys.
[There is a moment’s pause. Teddie hesitates a little and when he speaks it is in a different tone. He is grave and somewhat nervous.
Teddie. It seems very difficult to get a few minutes alone with you. I wonder if you’ve been making it difficult?
Elizabeth. I wanted to think.
Teddie. I’ve made up my mind to go away to-morrow.