I don't know. (She grips JANE'S arm suddenly) Jane, I
didn't dream it all this morning, did I? It did happen? I saw him--he
kissed me--he is coming for me--he----
(Enter ALICE)
ALICE. Mr. Gervase Mallory.
MELISANDE (happily). Ah!
(GERVASE comes in, an apparently ordinary young man in a loud golfing
suit.)
GERVASE. How do you do?
MELISANDE (looking at him with growing amazement and horror). Oh!
(JANE looks from one to the other in bewilderment.)
GERVASE. I ought to explain. Mr. Knowle was kind enough to lend me
some petrol last night; my car broke down; he was good enough to say I
might come this afternoon and see his prints. I am hoping to be
allowed to thank him again for his kindness last night. And--er--I've
brought back the petrol.
MELISANDE (still with her eyes on him). My father will no doubt be
here directly. This is my cousin, Miss Bagot.
GERVASE (bowing). How do you do?
JANE (nervously). How do you do? (After a pause) Well, I'm afraid I
must leave you now, as----
MELISANDE (with her eyes still on GERVASE, putting out a hand and
clutching at JANE). No!
JANE (startled). What?
MELISANDE. Don't go, Jane. Do sit down, won't you, Mr.--er----
GERVASE. Mallory.
MELISANDE.
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