ALICE. ‘I daresay. A woman he doesn’t know! No wonder I disgusted him.’ COLONEL. ‘I can’t make it out.’ ALICE, abjectly, ‘It’s quite simple. He saw through me at once; so did baby.’ The Colonel flings up his hands. He hears whisperings outside the door. He peeps and returns excitedly. COLONEL. ‘Alice, there’s a girl there with Cosmo.’ ALICE, on her feet, with a cry, ‘Amy.’ COLONEL, trembling, ‘I suppose so.’ ALICE, gripping him, ‘Robert, if _she_ doesn’t love me I shall die.’ COLONEL. ‘She will, she will.’ But he has grown nervous. ‘Don’t be too demonstrative, dearest.’ ALICE. ‘I shall try to be cold. Oh, Amy, love me.’ Amy comes, her hair up, and is at once in her father’s arms. Then she wants to leap into the arms of the mother who craves for her. But Alice is afraid of being too demonstrative, and restrains herself. She presses Amy’s hands only. ALICE. ‘It is you, Amy. How are you, dear?’ She ventures at last to kiss her. ‘It is a great pleasure to your father and me to see you again.’ AMY, damped, ‘Thank you, mother----Of course I have been looking forward to this meeting very much also.’ ALICE, shuddering, ‘It is very sweet of you to say so.’ ‘Oh how cold,’ they are both thinking, while the Colonel regards them uncomfortably. Amy turns to him. She knows already that there is safe harbourage there. AMY. ‘Would you have known me, father?’ COLONEL. ‘I wonder. She’s not like you, Alice?’ ALICE. ‘No. _I_ used to be demonstrative, Amy----’ AMY, eagerly, ‘Were you?’ ALICE, hurriedly, ‘Oh, I grew out of it long ago.’ AMY, disappointed but sympathetic, ‘The wear and tear of life.’ ALICE, wincing, ‘No doubt.’ AMY, making conversation, ‘You have seen Cosmo?’ ALICE. ‘Yes.’ AMY, with pardonable curiosity, ‘What did you think of him?’ ALICE. ‘He--seemed a nice boy----’ AMY, hurt, ‘And baby?’ ALICE. ‘Yes--oh yes.’ AMY. ‘Isn’t she fat?’ ALICE. ‘Is she?’ The nurse’s head intrudes. NURSE. ‘If you please, sir--I think baby wants _you_ again.’ The Colonel’s face exudes complacency, but he has the grace to falter. COLONEL. ‘What do you think, Alice?’ ALICE, broken under the blow, ‘By all means go.’ COLONEL. ‘Won’t you come also? Perhaps if I am with you--’ ALICE, after giving him an annihilating look, ‘No, I--I had quite a long time with her.’ The Colonel tiptoes off to his babe with a countenance of foolish rapture; and mother and daughter are alone. AMY, wishing her father would come back, ‘You can’t have been very long with baby, mother.’ ALICE. ‘Quite long enough.’ AMY. ‘Oh.’ Some seconds elapse before she can speak again. ‘You will have some tea, won’t you?’ ALICE. ‘Thank you, dear.’ They sit down to a chilly meal. AMY, merely a hostess, ‘Both milk and sugar.’ ALICE, merely a guest, ‘No sugar.’ AMY. ‘I hope you will like the house, mother.’ ALICE. ‘I am sure you have chosen wisely. I see you are artistic.’ AMY. ‘The decoration isn’t finished. I haven’t quite decided what this room is to be like yet.’