Elizabeth. Why?
Teddie. I want you altogether or not at all.
Elizabeth. You’re so arbitrary.
Teddie. You said you—you said you cared for me.
Elizabeth. I do.
Teddie. Do you mind if we talk it over now?
Elizabeth. No.
Teddie. [Frowning.] It makes me feel rather shy and awkward. I’ve repeated to myself over and over again exactly what I want to say to you, and now all I’d prepared seems rather footling.
Elizabeth. I’m so afraid I’m going to cry.