Not yet. I mean it, really. Do go, dear, anybody might come in.
(BOBBY, who has been following her round the hall, as she retreats
nervously, stops and nods to her.)
BOBBY. All right, darling, I'll go.
JANE. You mustn't say "darling." You might say it accidentally in
front of them all.
BOBBY (grinning). All right, Miss Bagot . . . I am going now, Miss
Bagot. (At the windows) Good-bye, Miss Bagot. (JANE blows him a kiss.
He bows) Your favour to hand, Miss Bagot. (He turns and sees MELISANDE
coming through the garden) Hallo, here's Sandy! (He hurries off in the
opposite direction.)
MELISANDE. Oh, Jane, Jane! (She sinks into a chair.)
JANE. What, dear?
MELISANDE. Everything.
JANE. Yes, but that's so vague, darling. Do you mean that----
MELISANDE (dreamily). I have seen him; I have talked to him; he has
kissed me.
JANE (amazed). _Kissed_ you? Do you mean that he has--kissed you?
MELISANDE. I have looked into his eyes, and he has looked into mine.
JANE. Yes, but who?
MELISANDE. The true knight, the prince, for whom I have been waiting
so long.
JANE. But _who_ is he?
MELISANDE. They call him Gervase.
JANE. Gervase _who_?
MELISANDE (scornfully). Did Elaine say, "Lancelot who" when they told
her his name was Lancelot?
JANE.
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