BOBBY. I don't believe about your not having any men friends. I bet
there are hundreds of them, as keen on you as anything.
JANE. I wonder. It would be rather nice to think there were. That
sounds horrid, doesn't it, but a girl can't help wanting to be liked.
BOBBY. Of course she can't; nobody can. I don't think it's a bit
horrid.
JANE. How nice of you. (She gets up) Well, I must be going, I suppose.
BOBBY. What's the hurry?
JANE. Aunt Mary. She said five minutes.
BOBBY. And how long will you be with her? You'll come down again,
won't you?
JANE. No, I don't think so. I'm rather tired this evening. (Holding
out her hand) Good-night, Bobby.
BOBBY (taking it). Oh, but look here, I'll come and light your candle
for you.
JANE. How nice of you!
(She manages to get her hand back, and they walk to the door
together.)
BOBBY. I suppose I may as well go to bed myself.
JANE (at the door). Well, if you are, we'd better put the lights out.
BOBBY. Righto. (He puts them out.) I say, what a night! (The moonlight
streams through the windows on them.) You'll hardly want a candle.
[They go out together.
(The hall is empty. Suddenly the front door bell is heard to ring.
After a little interval, ALICE comes in, turns on the light, and looks
round the hall.
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