COLONEL. You old cynic! D' you mean to say Joy wouldn't do anything on earth for her Mother, or Molly for Joy? You don't know human nature. What a wonderful night! Have n't seen such a moon for years, she's like a great, great lamp! [MRS. GWYN hiding from Miss BEECH's eyes, rises and slips her arm through his; they stand together looking at the moon.] Don't like these Chinese lanterns, with that moon-tawdry! eh! By Jove, Molly, I sometimes think we humans are a rubbishy lot--each of us talking and thinking of nothing but our own petty little affairs; and when you see a great thing like that up there--[Sighs.] But there's your Aunt, if I were to say a thing like that to her she 'd-- she'd think me a lunatic; and yet, you know, she 's a very good woman. MRS. GWYN. [Half clinging to him.] Do you think me very selfish, Uncle Tom? COLONEL. My dear--what a fancy! Think you selfish--of course I don't; why should I? MRS. GWYN. [Dully.] I don't know. COLONEL. [Changing the subject nervously.] I like your friend, Lever, Molly. He came to me before dinner quite distressed about your Aunt, beggin' me not to take those shares. She 'll be the first to worry me, but he made such a point of it, poor chap--in the end I was obliged to say I wouldn't. I thought it showed very' nice feeling. [Ruefully.] It's a pretty tight fit to make two ends meet on my income--I've missed a good thing, all owing to your Aunt. [Dropping his voice.] I don't mind telling you, Molly, I think they've got a much finer mine there than they've any idea of. [MRS. GWYN gives way to laughter that is very near to sobs.] [With dignity.] I can't see what there is to laugh at. MRS. GWYN. I don't know what's the matter with me this evening. MISS BEECH. [In a low voice.] I do. COLONEL. There, there! Give me a kiss, old girl! [He kisses her on the brow.] Why, your forehead's as hot as fire. I know--I know-you 're fretting about Joy. Never mind--come! [He draws her hand beneath his arm.] Let's go and have a look at the moon on the river. We all get upset at times; eh! [Lifting his hand as if he had been stung.] Why, you 're not crying, Molly! I say! Don't do that, old girl, it makes me wretched. Look here, Peachey. [Holding out the hand on which the tear has dropped.] This is dreadful! MRS. GWYN. [With a violent effort.] It's all right, Uncle Tom! [MISS BEECH wipes her own eyes stealthily. From the house is heard the voice of MRS. HOPE, calling "Tom."] MISS BEECH. Some one calling you. COLONEL. There, there, my dear, you just stay here, and cool yourself--I 'll come back--shan't be a minute. [He turns to go.] [MRS. HOPE'S voice sounds nearer.] [Turning back.] And Molly, old girl, don't you mind anything I said. I don't remember what it was--it must have been something, I suppose. [He hastily retreats.] MRS. GWYN. [In a fierce low voice.] Why do you torture me?