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.
Simon
Well, you’re a devil. You only did it to annoy me. He’s far too plump, and he can’t do anything but dither about the Embassy in badly-cut trousers. You loathe him really; you know you do—you’re too intelligent not to. You couldn’t like him and me at the same time—it’s impossible!
Myra
Don’t be so conceited.
Simon
Darling—I adore you.