Teddie. I feel it’s all so tremendously serious and I think we ought to keep emotion out of it. You’re rather emotional, aren’t you?
Elizabeth. [Half smiling and half in tears.] So are you for the matter of that.
Teddie. That’s why I wanted to have everything I meant to say to you cut and dried. I think it would be awfully unfair if I made love to you and all that sort of thing, and you were carried away. I wrote it all down and thought I’d send it you as a letter.
Elizabeth. Why didn’t you?
Teddie. I got the wind up. A letter seems so—so cold. You see, I love you so awfully.
Elizabeth. For goodness’ sake don’t say that.
Teddie. You mustn’t cry. Please don’t, or I shall go all to pieces.
Elizabeth. [Trying to smile.] I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean anything really. It’s only tears running out of my eyes.
Teddie. Our only chance is to be awfully matter-of-fact.
[He stops for a moment. He finds it quite difficult to control himself. He clears his throat. He frowns with annoyance at himself.