KIT. [_Carelessly_] How’d I know? SYDNEY. [_With a sudden spurt of suspicion_] Kit! What colour are mine? KIT. [_Helplessly_] Oh, er--oh-- SYDNEY. [_Terribly_] Kit! What colour are mine? [_Relenting_] Look at my frock, you donkey! What do you suppose I wear blue for? So Alice has got blue eyes! KIT. How do you know? SYDNEY. I know you, Kit. You’re conservative. KIT. As a matter of fact, she isn’t unlike you. That’s what made me talk to her. SYDNEY. Oh, you’ve talked to her? KIT. [_Warming_] Oh, yes--quite a lot. She’s a friend of my sister’s. SYDNEY. She always is. KIT. What d’you mean--“she always is”? I tell you I’ve only met her four times. I can’t make you out. SYDNEY. No? KIT. I wish I could make you out. SYDNEY. [_An ache in her voice_] Oh, I wish you could. KIT. [_Responding instantly_] I say, old thing, is anything really the matter? SYDNEY. [_With a glance at_ MARGARET] I’m worried. KIT. Oh, that! Yes, it’s beastly for your mother. SYDNEY. Oh, it’s not that. At least-- KIT. What? SYDNEY. [_Lightly_] Oh, I don’t know. KIT. [_Puzzled_] Can’t you tell me? SYDNEY. No, old man. KIT. [_As in_ ACT. I.] But--look here--marriage has got to be a sort of mutual show, hasn’t it? Confidence, and all that? SYDNEY _goes off into a peal of laughter_. KIT. What’s the matter now? SYDNEY. Do you preach this sort of sermon to Alice? KIT. Sydney--that’s--that’s rude--that’s--that’s-- SYDNEY. Take time, darling! KIT. You’re being simply insulting. SYDNEY. Too bad! I should go and tell Alice. KIT. Damn Alice! SYDNEY. Oh, no, Kit, she’s got blue eyes. KIT. [_Storming_] Look here, what’s up? SYDNEY. Nix. KIT. Have you really got your back up? What’s the matter with you, Sydney? SYDNEY. D’you want to know? KIT. [_With a certain dignity_] I think I’d better. SYDNEY. Well, it’s [_yawning_] “jam to-morrow, jam yesterday, but--” Surely you know how it ends? KIT. I don’t. And I don’t want to. SYDNEY. [_Drearily_] “But never jam to-day.” KIT. [_Startled_] Why, Sydney! SYDNEY. [_Recovering herself, lightly_] D’you know what that’s out of? KIT. No. SYDNEY. [_Mischievously_] You ought to--“Alice”-- KIT _makes a furious gesture_. SYDNEY. [_Appeasing him_] No, no, no! “Alice through the Looking-glass!” [_More soberly_] I can’t help it, Kit. When I look in the looking-glass I see--Alice. KIT. Once and for all, Sydney, will you shut up about Alice? SYDNEY. Can’t. It’s her jam to-day. KIT. I wish you’d talk sense for a change. SYDNEY. But I am. I’m conveying to you as nicely and tactfully as possible that I’m-- KIT. [_Apprehensive at last_] What, Sydney? SYDNEY. Tired of jam. KIT. [_Heavily_] D’you mean you’re tired of me? SYDNEY. That would be putting it crudely. KIT. What’s got into you? I don’t know you. SYDNEY. P’raps you’re beginning to. KIT. But what have I done?