It’s all right, sir. It’s all right, miss. They’ve gorne. (_The summer-house remains silent._) They’ve gorne.... It’s all right, sir. (_Taps at the door._) They’ve gorne. (_Taps again after a pause._) They’ve gorne.... (_The door suddenly flies open._) BILL. (_In the doorway._) What the devil d’you want, Baldwin? BALDWIN. Beg pardon, sir? BILL. What do you want? BALDWIN. They’ve gorne, sir. BILL. I can’t help that, can I? BALDWIN. No, sir. BILL. Well, then? BALDWIN. You see, sir, it’s like this. I thought as ’ow—— CLARE. (_Invisible in the dark interior of the summer-house._) Oh, Baldwin, for the love of heaven, hook it! BALDWIN. ’Ook it? CLARE. Yes; run away, like a dear. BALDWIN. Very good, miss. (_BALDWIN goes out by the central ladder._) BILL. (_Speaking into the summer-house._) Darling. CLARE. (_In the summer-house._) You’ve pulled all my hair down—— BILL. Oh, I—— CLARE. I’ve lost at least six hair-pins. You needn’t have been so rough. BILL. I’m awfully sorry, darling—but—— (_He is about to re-enter the summer-house._) CLARE. No, stay where you are.... (_She emerges from the summer-house, and moves past him to the front of the platform. Her hair is all loose and dishevelled. She starts shaking it out._) BILL. Darling—— CLARE. Don’t touch me.... BILL. Clare!... CLARE. Please find those hair-pins, and the two side-combs. They’re all real tortoise-shell. BILL. But I say—— CLARE. Find those hair-pins, or, at any rate, the side-combs. BILL. Oh, all right.... (_He goes into the summer-house, strikes a match, and searches about the floor for the missing hair-pins. CLARE stands plaiting her hair into a “pigtail,” and looking straight before her with very grave eyes._) BILL. (_Half to himself while searching._) Here are a couple.... By Jove! one of ’em’s got rammed tight behind the seat.... Another—that’s three.... Four!... I’ve found one of the side-combs.... I say, they are jolly pretty!... Where the deuce has t’other one got to?... Oh, Lord, I’m awfully sorry! It’s smashed. I put my clumsy hoof on it.... (_He joins her at the front of the platform._) CLARE. It’s all right.... BILL. But—— (_Looks at her with puzzled eyes._) I say, darling, is anything the matter with you? (_Puts his arm around her._) A moment ago—— CLARE. (_Freeing herself._) You must never call me that again. BILL. Call you what? CLARE. “Darling.” BILL. But—— CLARE. Or put your arm round me.... BILL. But—— CLARE. (_Passionately._) Oh, Bill, I was mad—I lost my head—I forgot.... It was so—so thrilling in there.... I should never have let you—I should never have let you.... BILL. But I—I only kissed you. CLARE. You—you—— BILL. And told you that I loved you. CLARE. Yes.... BILL. And you said you loved me.... CLARE. I didn’t! BILL. You kissed me. CLARE.