ROSAMUND. I am opening it as fast as I can. [_Reads it hurriedly._] There! I said so! Lottie fell off her bicycle last night, and broke her ankle--won't be able to stir for a fortnight--in great pain--hopes it won't _inconvenience_ us! JAMES. Inconvenience! I must say I regard it as very thoughtless of Lottie to go bicycling the very night before our wedding. Where did she fall off? ROSAMUND. Sloane Street. JAMES. That makes it positively criminal. She always falls off in Sloane Street. She makes a regular practice of it. I have noticed it before. ROSAMUND. Perhaps she did it on purpose. JAMES. Not a doubt of it! ROSAMUND. She doesn't want us to get married! JAMES. I have sometimes suspected that she had a certain tenderness for me. [_Endeavoring to look meek._] ROSAMUND. The cat! JAMES. By no means. Cats are never sympathetic. She is. Let us be just before we are jealous. ROSAMUND. Jealous! My dear James! Have you noticed how her skirts hang? JAMES. Hang her skirts! ROSAMUND. You wish to defend her? JAMES. On the contrary; it was I who first accused her. [_Gerald, to avoid the approaching storm, seeks the shelter of the screen, sits down, and taking some paper from his pocket begins thoughtfully to write._] ROSAMUND. My dear James, let me advise you to keep quite, quite calm. You are a little bit upset. JAMES. I am a perfect cucumber. But I can hear you breathing. ROSAMUND. If you are a cucumber, you are a very indelicate cucumber. I'm not breathing more than is necessary to sustain life. JAMES. Yes, you are; and what's more you'll cry in a minute if you don't take care. You're getting worked up. ROSAMUND. No, I shan't. [_Sits down and cries._] JAMES. What did I tell you? Now perhaps you will inform me what we are quarreling about, because I haven't the least idea. ROSAMUND [_through her sobs_]. I do think it's horrid of Lottie. We can't be married with one witness. And I didn't want to be married at a registry office at all. JAMES. My pet, we can easily get another witness. As for the registry office, it was yourself who proposed it, as a way out of a difficulty. I'm High and you're Low-- ROSAMUND. I'm not Low; I'm Broad, or else Evangelical. JAMES [_beginning calmly again_]. I'm High and you're Broad, and there was a serious question about candles and a genuflexion, and so we decided on the registry office, which, after all, is much cheaper. ROSAMUND [_drying her tears, and putting on a saintly expression_]. Well, anyhow, James, we will consider our engagement at an end. JAMES. This extraordinary tiff has lasted long enough, Rosie. Come and be kissed. ROSAMUND [_with increased saintliness_]. You mistake me, James. I am not quarreling. I am not angry. JAMES. Then you have ceased to love me?