Alice gets as far as the door. The nurse discharges a last duty. NURSE. ‘You won’t touch her, ma’am; she doesn’t like to be touched by strangers.’ ALICE. ‘Strangers!’ COLONEL. ‘Really, nurse.’ ALICE. ‘It’s quite true.’ NURSE. ‘She’s an angel if you have the right way with her.’ ALICE. ‘Robert, if I shouldn’t have the right way with her.’ COLONEL. ‘You.’ But the woman has scored again. ALICE, willing to go on her knees, ‘Nurse, what sort of a way does she like from strangers?’ NURSE. ‘She’s not fond of a canoodlin’ way.’ ALICE, faintly, ‘Is she not?’ She departs to face her child, and the natural enemy follows her, after giving Colonel Grey a moment in which to discharge her if he dares, that is if he wishes to see his baby wither and die. One may as well say here that nurse weathered this and many another gale, and remained in the house for many years to be its comfort and its curse. Fanny, with the tea-tray, comes and goes without the Colonel’s being aware of her presence. He merely knows that he has waved someone away. The fact is that the Colonel is engrossed in a rather undignified pursuit. He is listening avidly at the nursery door, and is thus discovered by another member of his family who has entered cautiously. This is Master Cosmo, who, observing the tea-tray, has the happy notion of interposing it between himself and his father’s possible osculatory intentions. He lifts the tray, and thus armed introduces himself. COSMO. ‘Hullo, father.’ His father leaves the door and strides to him. COLONEL. ‘Is it--it’s Cosmo.’ COSMO, with the tray well to the fore, ‘I’m awfully glad to see you--it’s a long way from India.’ COLONEL. ‘Put that down, my boy, and let me get hold of you.’ COSMO, ingratiatingly, ‘Have some tea, father.’ COLONEL. ‘Put it down.’ Cosmo does so, and prepares for the worst. The Colonel takes both his hands. ‘Let’s have a look at you. So this is you.’ He waggles his head, well-pleased, while Cosmo backs in a gentlemanly manner. COSMO, implying that this first meeting is now an affair of the past, ‘Has Mother gone to lie down?’ COLONEL. ‘Lie down? She’s in there.’ Cosmo steals to the nursery door and softly closes it. ‘Why do you do that?’ COSMO. ‘I don’t know. I thought it would be--best.’ In a burst of candour, ‘This is not the way I planned it, you see.’ COLONEL. ‘Our meeting? So you’ve been planning it. My dear fellow, I was planning it too, and my plan--’ He is certainly coming closer. COSMO, hurriedly, ‘Yes, I know. Now that’s over--our first meeting, I mean; now we settle down.’ COLONEL. ‘Not yet. Come here, my boy.’ He draws him to a chair; he evidently thinks that a father and his boy of thirteen can sit in the same chair. Cosmo is burning to be nice to him, but of course there are limits. COSMO. ‘Look here, father. Of course, you see--ways change. I daresay they did it, when you were a boy, but it isn’t done now.’ COLONEL. ‘What isn’t done, you dear fellow?’