“Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes. Listening to all the things you were saying. You’ll never say them so well again. You’ll be too beastly self-conscious.”

Bill had turned a dark brick-red.

“Bundle⁠—you really didn’t mind? You know, I do love you so. I have for ages. But I never have dared to tell you so.”

“You silly juggins,” said Bundle. “Why?”

“I thought you’d only laugh at me. I mean⁠—you’ve got brains and all that⁠—you’ll marry some bigwig.”

“Like George Lomax?” suggested Bundle.

“I don’t mean a fatuous ass like Codders. But some really fine chap who’ll be worthy of you⁠—though I don’t think anyone could be that,” ended Bill.

“You’re rather a dear, Bill.”