(_With heavy charm._) It always interests me so much when I hear of the young--and I trust you won't be offended if I include you in their number--when I hear of the young taking to writing. It is one of the most important duties that we of the older generation can perform--to help and encourage the young with their work. It's a great service to the cause of Art. SIR JASPER. That was what I was always saying to Mrs. Towler, if I remember rightly. TOPSY. I can't tell you, Mr. Tyrrell, how delightful it is to have one's work taken seriously. I am so grateful to you. May I send you my little efforts, then? CAIN. (_Executes a step dance to the furious clicking of a pair of bones._) SIR JASPER. I congratulate you, Aston. A most masterful bit of strategy. BELLE. I wonder what he'll do next. Isn't it exciting? Topsy, toss your head again. That's right. Oh, I wish something would happen! HENRIKA. What have you done? Oh, Topsy, you really mustn't send him my poems. BELLE. You said he was such a nice man just now. HENRIKA. Oh yes, he's nice, I know. But then he's a man, you must admit that. I don't want him to see them. TOPSY. (_Firmly._) You're being merely foolish, Henrika. Mr. Tyrrell, a very distinguished literary man, has been kind enough to take an interest in my work. His criticism will be the greatest help to me. BELLE. Of course it will, and he has such charming eyes. (_A pause. The music, which has, all this while, been faintly heard through the ball-room door, becomes more audible. They are playing a rich, creamy waltz._) What delicious music! Henrika, come and have a dance. (_She seizes HENRIKA round the waist and begins to waltz. HENRIKA is reluctant at first, but little by little the rhythm of the dance takes possession of her till, with her half-closed eyes and languorous, trance-like movements, she might figure as the visible living symbol of the waltz. ASTON and TOPSY lean back in their seats, marking the time with a languid beating of the hand. CAIN sways and swoons and revolves in his own peculiar and inimitable version of the dance._) SIR JASPER. (_Who has been watching the whole scene with amusement._) What a pretty spectacle! "Music hath charms. . . ." HENRIKA. (_In an almost extinct voice._) Oh, Belle, Belle, I could go on dancing like this for ever. I feel quite intoxicated with it. TOPSY. (_To ASTON._) What a jolly tune this is! ASTON. Isn't it? It's called "Dreams of Desire," I believe. BELLE. What a pretty name! TOPSY. These are wonderful flowers here. ASTON. Let's go and have a look at them. (_They get up and walk round the conservatory. The flowers light up as they pass; in the midst of each is a small electric globe._) ASTON.