So you always say. MRS. DOT. I see you simply quivering with restrained emotion. Oh, James, James, you’ve made me so happy. [_She flings herself on his bosom and pretends to burst into tears._ BLENKINSOP. I say, take care. Supposing somebody saw us. MRS. DOT. I should like all the world to see us. BLENKINSOP. But it’s devilish compromising. MRS. DOT. I want to compromise myself. Only thus can I make you certain of my love. Oh, think of the many happy years we shall spend in one another’s arms, James. BLENKINSOP. [_Extricating himself from her embrace._] Is there nothing I can say to undeceive you? MRS. DOT. Nothing! I am yours till death. BLENKINSOP. I will never give way to my sense of humour again. MRS. DOT. [_Archly._] Do you mind if I leave you just for one minute? After so much agitation I must really go and powder my nose. BLENKINSOP. [_Ironically._] Pray don’t let me detain you. MRS. DOT. Remember I am yours till death. BLENKINSOP. It is very good of you to say so. [_She goes out. He rings the bell impatiently._ THE BUTLER _comes in_. BLENKINSOP. Tell my servant I want him. [THE BUTLER _goes out_. BLENKINSOP _walks up and down, wringing his hands_. THE SERVANT _enters_. George, pack up my things at once and get the motor. There’s not a moment to lose. GEORGE. Are you going away, sir? BLENKINSOP. [_Flying into a passion._] You blithering fool, do you suppose I should want my things packed if I were staying? I’m going abroad to-night. GEORGE. Very well, sir. BLENKINSOP. You must take the train and go to Cook’s at once and get some tickets. GEORGE. Very well, sir. Where to, sir? BLENKINSOP. Don’t argue, sir, but do as I tell you. GEORGE. I must know where to get the tickets for, sir. BLENKINSOP. Oh, what it is to have a fool for a servant! Take a month’s notice. I dismiss you. Where to, sir? Anywhere, sir? Somewhere that’s a damned long way off. South Africa! I’ll go and shoot lions in Uganda. And if there isn’t a boat sailing at once, I’ll go to America and shoot grizzlies in the Rocky Mountains. GEORGE. Very dangerous climate, sir. BLENKINSOP. Dangerous climate, sir? I would have you know it’s not half such a dangerous climate as the valley of the Thames. GEORGE. Very good, sir. [_He goes out._ MRS. DOT _comes in_. _At the sight of her_ BLENKINSOP _at once cools down_. MRS. DOT. James, dear, did I hear you give orders for your things to be packed up? BLENKINSOP. [_Calmly._] No, my love. What could have put such an idea in your head? MRS. DOT. You wouldn’t leave me--darling? BLENKINSOP. My angel, nothing now shall tear me from your side. MRS. DOT. Dearest! BLENKINSOP. [_Trying to restrain himself._] Pet! [_He goes into the garden._ MRS. DOT _begins to laugh_. FREDDIE _comes in, with letters in his hand_. FREDDIE. I say, I wish you’d just have a look at these letters. MRS. DOT.