You didn't mind, did you?
BOBBY. It's awfully decent of you to mind.
JANE (gently). I mind very much when my friends are unhappy.
BOBBY. Thanks awfully. (He stands up, buttons his coat, and looks at
himself) I say, do _you_ see anything wrong with it?
JANE. Wrong with what?
BOBBY. My clothes. (He revolves slowly.)
JANE. Of course not. They fit beautifully.
BOBBY. Sandy's so funny about things. I don't know what she means half
the time.
JANE. Of course, I'm very fond of Melisande, but I do see what you
mean. She's so (searching for the right word)--so _romantic_.
BOBBY (eagerly). Yes, that's just it. It takes a bit of living up to.
I say, have a cigarette, won't you?
JANE. No, thank you. Of course, I'm very fond of Melisande, but I do
feel sometimes that I don't altogether envy the man who marries her.
BOBBY. I say, do you really feel that?
JANE. Yes. She's too (getting the right word at last)--too _romantic_.
BOBBY. You're about right, you know. I mean she talks about doing
deeds of derring-do. Well, I mean that's all very well, but when one
marries and settles down--you know what I mean?
JANE. Exactly. That's just how I feel about it. As I said to Melisande
only this evening, this is the twentieth century.
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