LETTY. It's your turn to say something, Tommy.

TOMMY. Oh, I say.

LETTY. Now I suppose it's my turn.

TOMMY. I say, you know, I feel too idiotically happy to say
anything. I feel I want to talk poetry, or rot like that, only--
only I don't quite know how to put it.

LETTY (sympathetically). Never mind, darling.

TOMMY. I say, you do understand how frightfully--I say, what about
another kiss? (They have one.)

LETTY. Tommy, I just adore you. Only I think you might have been a
little more romantic about your proposal.

TOMMY (anxious). I say, do you--

LETTY. Yes. Strictly speaking, I don't think anybody ought to
propose with a niblick in his hand.

TOMMY. It just sort of came then. Of course I ought to have put it
down.

LETTY. You dear! ... "Letting his niblick go for a moment, Mr. T.
Todd went on as follows: 'Letitia, my beloved, many moons have waxed
and waned since first I cast eyes of love upon thee. An absence of