say--sufficient?

DR. FREEMANTLE [laughs]. Excellent servants. If they'd only
remember it. [He glances round--sinks his voice.] Take my advice.
Put your foot down--before it's too late.

FANNY. Sit down, please. [She makes room for him on the settee.]
Because I'm going to be confidential. You don't mind, do you?

DR. FREEMANTLE [seating himself]. My dear, I take it as the greatest
compliment I have had paid to me for years.

FANNY. You put everything so nicely. I'm two persons. I'm an
angel--perhaps that is too strong a word?

DR. FREEMANTLE [doubtfully]. Well -

FANNY. We'll say saint. Or else I'm--the other thing.

DR. FREEMANTLE. Do you know, I think you could be.

FANNY. It's not a question about which there is any doubt.

DR. FREEMANTLE. Of course, in this case, a LITTLE bit of the devil -

FANNY [she shakes her head]. There's such a lot of mine. It has
always hampered me, never being able to hit the happy medium.

DR. FREEMANTLE. It IS awkward.