W-what?
MELISANDE. Are you flattering yourself that you are refusing me?
BOBBY. I say, shut up, Sandy. You know it isn't that at all.
MELISANDE. I think you had better join Jane. (Carelessly) It _is_
Jane, isn't it?
BOBBY. I say, look here---- (She doesn't) Of course, I know you think
I'm an awful rotter. . . . Well . . . well--oh, _damn_!
MELISANDE. Jane is waiting for you.
(MRS. KNOWLE comes in.)
MRS. KNOWLE. Oh, Mr. Coote, Jane is waiting for you.
BOBBY. Oh--er----
MELISANDE. Jane is waiting for you.
BOBBY (realising that he is not quite at his best). Er--oh--er,
righto. (He goes to the door and hesitates there) Er--(Now if he can
only think of something really good, he may yet carry it off.)
Er--(something really witty)--er--er, righto! (He goes out--to join
JANE, who is waiting for him.)
MRS. KNOWLE (in a soft gentle voice). Where is your father, dear? In
the library with Mr. Mallory? . . . I want to speak to him. Just on a
little matter of business. . . . Dear child!
[She goes to the library.
MELISANDE. Oh! How horrible!
(She walks about, pulling at her handkerchief and telling herself that
she won't cry. But she feels that she is going to, and she goes to the
open windows, and stands for a moment looking out, trying to recover
herself)
(GERVASE comes in.
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