Catherine.
Oh, my dear, I’m so proud of you. I admire you so enormously.
Colby.
[Gaily.] Not yet. Hang it all, wait to admire me till I’m Minister of War.
Catherine.
[With an affectionate smile.] You dear.... Now you must go. I’ve got ever so much to do, and I’m sure you ought to have.
Colby.
Good-bye, then. God bless you.... Say something nice to me before I leave you.
Catherine.