Mr. Mallory.
GERVASE. Thank you.
MELISANDE. Where will you sit, Mr. Mallory? (She is still talking in
an utterly expressionless voice.)
GERVASE. Thank you. Where are you---- (he indicates the sofa.)
MELISANDE (moving to it, but still holding JANE). Thank _you_.
(MELISANDE and JANE sit down together on the sofa. GERVASE sits on a
chair near. There is an awkward silence.)
JANE (half getting up). Well, I'm afraid I must----
(MELISANDE pulls her down. She subsides.)
MELISANDE. Charming weather we are having, are we not, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE (enthusiastically). Oh, rather. Absolutely top-hole.
MELISANDE (to JANE). Absolutely top-hole weather, is it not, Jane?
JANE. Oh, I love it.
MELISANDE. You play golf, I expect, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE. Oh, rather. I've been playing this morning. (With a smile)
Pretty rotten, too, I'm afraid.
MELISANDE. Jane plays golf. (to JANE) You're pretty rotten, too,
aren't you, Jane?
JANE. Bobby and I were both very bad to-day.
MELISANDE. I think you will like Bobby, Mr. Mallory. He is staying
with us just now. I expect you will have a good deal in common. He is
on the Stock Exchange.
GERVASE (smiling). So am I.
MELISANDE (valiantly repressing a shudder).
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