 I'll tell you something, strictly between ourselves. Do. You're wrong about me. Wrong? In what way? I write very bad novels. Don't be so ridiculous. And you know I do, because you're an intelligent person. I don't know anything of the sort. Tell me why you're being so nice to me. Because I want to be. Why? You're a very clever and amusing man. Oh, splendid. And I think I've rather lost my heart to you. Shall we elope? David. There now, you've called me David. Do you mind? Not at all.