Elizabeth. What’s the matter?
Teddie. I’ve got a sort of lump in my throat. It is idiotic. I think I’ll have a cigarette.
[She watches him in silence while he lights a cigarette.
You see, I’ve never been in love with anyone before, not really. It’s knocked me endways. I don’t know how I can live without you now. . . . Does that old fool know I’m in love with you?
Elizabeth. I think so.
Teddie. When he was talking about Lady Kitty smashing up Lord Porteous’ career I thought there was something at the back of it.
Elizabeth. I think he was trying to persuade me not to smash up yours.
Teddie. I’m sure that’s very considerate of him, but I don’t happen to have one to smash. I wish I had. It’s the only time in my life I’ve wished I were a hell of a swell so that I could chuck it all and show you how much more you are to me than anything else in the world.
Elizabeth. [Affectionately.] You’re a dear old thing, Teddie.