Poh chile, poh chile! (_He leans over ASTON'S shoulder and begins rudely kissing TOPSY'S trance-calm, parted lips. TOPSY opens her eyes and sees the black, greasy face, the chryselephantine smile, the pink, thick lips, the goggling eyeballs of white enamel. She screams. HENRIKA springs up and screams too. TOPSY slips on to the floor, and CAIN and ASTON are left face to face with HENRIKA, pale as death and with wide-open, terrified eyes. She is trembling in every limb._) ASTON. (_Gives CAIN a push that sends him sprawling backwards, and falls on his knees before the pathetic figure of HENRIKA._) Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. What a beast I am! I don't know what I can have been thinking of to do such a thing. SIR JASPER. My dear boy, I'm afraid you and Cain knew only too well what you were thinking of. Only too well . . . ASTON. Will you forgive me? I can't forgive myself. HENRIKA. Oh, you hurt me, you frightened me so much. I can't bear it. (_She cries._) ASTON. O God! O God! (_The tears start into his eyes also. He takes HENRIKA'S hand and begins to kiss it._) I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. SIR JASPER. If you're not very careful, Aston, you'll have Cain to deal with again. (_CAIN has picked himself up and is creeping stealthily towards the couple in the centre of the conservatory._) ASTON. (_Turning round._) Cain, you brute, go to hell! (_CAIN slinks back._) Oh, will you forgive me for having been such a swine? What can I do? TOPSY. (_Who has recovered her self-possession, rises to her feet and pushes HENRIKA into the background._) Thank you, it is really quite all right. I think it would be best to say no more about it, to forget what has happened. ASTON. Will you forgive me, then? TOPSY. Of course, of course. Please get up, Mr. Tyrrell. ASTON. (_Climbing to his feet._) I can't think how I ever came to be such a brute. TOPSY. (_Coldly._) I thought we had agreed not to talk about this incident any further. (_There is a silence._) SIR JASPER. Well, Aston? This has been rather fun. BELLE. I wish you hadn't been quite so cold with him, Topsy. Poor man! He really is very sorry. One can see that. HENRIKA. But did you see that awful face? (_She shudders and covers her eyes._) ASTON. (_Picking up his dummy and manipulating it._) It is very hot in here, is it not? Shall we go back to the dancing-room? TOPSY. (_Also takes up her dummy._) Yes, let us go back. ASTON'S DUMMY. Isn't that "Roses in Picardy" that the band is playing? TOPSY'S DUMMY. I believe it is. What a very good band, don't you think? ASTON'S DUMMY. Yes; it plays during dinner, you know, at the Necropole. (_To JASPER._) Lord, what a fool I am! I'd quite forgotten; it was she who told me so as we came in. TOPSY'S DUMMY. At the Necropole? Really. ASTON'S DUMMY. A very good band and a very good floor. TOPSY'S DUMMY.