I know what you mean. I might use all short words instead of long ones. [_GERALD laughs._] Don't be afraid: I'll pick the longest in the dictionary. [_Kisses him._] Ah, Gerald, dear! short words were good enough for you once! [_Archly._ GERALD. I dare say. MARGERY. Yes; when you said, "I love you, Margery!" Say it again! GERALD. Margery, what nonsense! MARGERY. That's what I like--nonsense. Say it again! GERALD [_with effort_]. I love you, Margery. [_Sits, and resumes his pen._] Now, let me get on with my work! MARGERY [_goes L. Aside_] Somehow it didn't sound like that in Mapledurham. [_Brightly._] Well, I suppose his head's full of his book. I wish mine was of mine. Oh, those French verbs! and what's the use of them? Why isn't English good enough for England? _Enter WELLS, L._ WELLS. Captain Sylvester. [_GERALD flings down his pen in despair. Exit WELLS, L._ _Enter SYLVESTER._ MARGERY. Ah, I'm so glad you've come! [_Crosses to him._] I wanted somebody to talk to. Gerald's so busy! [_Takes SYLVESTER'S hat and stick._ SYLVESTER. Busy? then I'm afraid I intrude. GERALD [_resignedly_]. Oh, not at all! [_Sees MARGERY at back, who has put SYLVESTER'S hat on, very much askew, and is marching up and down with the stick under her arm._] Good gracious, Margery! [_MARGERY laughs. SYLVESTER laughs. GERALD goes up, snatches the hat and stick, and turns to put them down._ MARGERY. Cross again! [_As GERALD turns again, he finds himself face to face with her, holding her mouth out._] Penalty! GERALD. It is for Captain Sylvester to forgive you. SYLVESTER. Anything. Mrs. Cazenove can do no wrong. [_Bows. MARGERY curtseys._] But where's Agnes? Happening to pass this way, I thought I might perhaps give her a lift home. MARGERY. Oh! Gerald expects Mrs. Sylvester---- GERALD. Later on, later on! SYLVESTER. Then may I wait for her? GERALD. Oh, certainly! [_Taking up MSS._] If you'll excuse me going on with my work. I've been a good deal interrupted. [_Goes to door, R._ SYLVESTER. By all means, if I may talk to Mrs. Cazenove! [_GERALD bows stiffly and exit, R., watched by MARGERY, who makes a grimace to audience._ MARGERY. I believe Gerald's jealous! SYLVESTER [_laughing_]. Of _me?_ MARGERY [_laughs_]. Just fancy anyone being jealous of _you!_ [_Laughs loudly, then stops suddenly._] Hush! I forgot! We mustn't make so much noise. Clever people don't like noise. SYLVESTER. Music is noise to some people. I like it! MARGERY. Ah, but then you're not clever! SYLVESTER [_laughing_]. I'm afraid not! MARGERY. There's a pair of us! SYLVESTER. And what a pleasure it is to meet somebody who's not clever. Mrs. Cazenove, I think cleverness is the most boring thing in the world. This planet would be quite a pleasant place but for the clever people. MARGERY. Do you mean my husband? SYLVESTER. I was thinking of my wife; she's one of them. I'm not. I'm only Mrs. Sylvester's husband. MARGERY. Are you sure you're that?