I don't want to hear it.
BOBBY. How do you know you don't want to hear it, if you don't know
what it is?
JANE. I can guess what it is.
BOBBY. There you are!
JANE. It's what you say to everybody, isn't it?
BOBBY (loftily). If you want to know, Miss Bagot, I have only said it
to one other person in my life, and that was in mistake for you.
JANE (coldly). Melisande and I are not very much alike, Mr. Coote.
BOBBY. No. You're much prettier.
JANE (turning her head away). You don't really think so. Anyhow, it
isn't true.
BOBBY. It is true, Jane. I swear it.
JANE. Well, you didn't think so yesterday.
BOBBY. Why do you keep talking about yesterday? I'm talking about
to-day.
JANE. A girl has her pride, Bobby.
BOBBY. So has a man. I'm awfully proud of being in love with _you_.
JANE. That isn't what I mean.
BOBBY. What do you mean?
JANE (awkwardly). Well--well--well, what it comes to is that you get
refused by Sandy, and then you immediately come to me and expect me to
jump at you.
BOBBY. Suppose I had waited a year and then come to you, would that
have been better?
JANE. Of course it would.
BOBBY. Well, really I can't follow you, darling.
JANE (indignantly). You mustn't call me darling.
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