JUDITH: Give him another chance. SIMON: No, it’s Jackie’s turn now; it will come round to him again, I’m afraid. SOREL (_to JACKIE_): Do a dance in the manner of the word. JACKIE (_giggling_): I can’t. JUDITH: Nonsense! Of course you can. JACKIE: I can’t—honestly—I.... SIMON (_pulling her to her feet_): Go on; have a shot at it. JACKIE: No, I’d much rather not. Count me out. JUDITH: Really, the ridiculous fuss everyone makes—— JACKIE: I’m awfully stupid at anything like this. SOREL: It’s only a game, after all. DAVID: Come along—try. JACKIE (_dragging back_): I couldn’t—please don’t ask me to. I simply couldn’t. SIMON: Leave her alone if she doesn’t want to. SOREL (_irritably_): What’s the use of playing at all, if people won’t do it properly? JUDITH: It’s _so_ simple. SANDY: It’s awfully difficult if you haven’t done it before. SIMON: Go on to the next one. SOREL (_firmly_): Unless everyone’s in it we won’t play at all. SIMON: Now don’t lose your temper. SOREL: Lose my temper! I like that! No one’s given me the slightest indication of what the word is—you all argue and squabble—— DAVID: Talk, talk, talk! Everybody talks too much. JUDITH: It’s so surprising to me when people won’t play up. After all—— JACKIE (_with spirit_): It’s a hateful game, anyhow, and I don’t want to play it again ever. SOREL: You haven’t played it at all yet. SIMON: Don’t be rude, Sorel. SOREL: Really, Simon, the way you go on is infuriating! SIMON: It’s always the way; whenever Sorel goes out she gets quarrelsome. SOREL: Quarrelsome! SIMON: Don’t worry, Jackie; you needn’t do anything you don’t want to. JUDITH: I think, for the future, we’d better confine our efforts to social conversation and not attempt anything in the least intelligent. SIMON: How can you be so unkind, Mother? JUDITH (_sharply_): Don’t speak to me like that. JACKIE: It’s all my fault—I know I’m awfully silly, but it embarrasses me so terribly doing anything in front of people. SOREL (_with acidity_): I should think the word was, “winsomely.” SIMON: You must have been listening outside the door then. SOREL: Not at all—Miss Coryton gave it away. SIMON: Why “Miss Coryton” all of a sudden? You’ve been calling her Jackie all the evening. You’re far too grand, Sorel. SOREL: And you’re absolutely maddening—I’ll never play another game with you as long as I live. SIMON: That won’t break my heart. JUDITH: Stop, stop, stop! SIMON (_grabbing JACKIE’S hand_): Come out in the garden. I’m sick of this. SOREL: Don’t let him take you on the river; he isn’t very good at it. SIMON (_over his shoulder_): Ha, ha!—very funny. (_He drags JACKIE off._) JUDITH: Sorel, you’re behaving disgracefully. SOREL: Simon ought to go into the Army, or something. DAVID: You both ought to be in Reformatories. SOREL: This always happens whenever we play a game. We’re a beastly family, and I hate us. JUDITH: Speak for yourself, dear.