“Bundle darling⁠—Oh, dearest, darling Bundle. Oh, my dear love. Oh, Bundle⁠—Bundle. What shall I do? Oh, darling one⁠—my Bundle⁠—my own dearest, sweetest Bundle. Oh, God, what shall I do? I’ve killed her. I’ve killed her.”

Reluctantly⁠—very reluctantly⁠—Bundle spoke.

“No, you haven’t you silly idiot,” she said.

Bill gave a gasp of utter amazement.

“Bundle⁠—you’re alive.”

“Of course I’m alive.”

“How long have you been⁠—I mean when did you come to?”

“About five minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you open your eyes⁠—or say something?”

“Didn’t want to. I was enjoying myself.”