Myra
Sssh! Don’t shout.
Simon
I feel most colossally temperamental—I should like to kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and break everything in the house and then jump into the river.
Myra
Dear Simon!
Simon
You’re everything I want you to be—absolutely everything. Marvellous clothes, marvellous looks, marvellous brain—Oh, God, it’s terrible. …
Myra
I dined with Charlie Templeton last night.