(BOBBY looks after him blankly, and then turns to JANE.) BOBBY. I say, what's happened? JANE. Happened? BOBBY. Yes, why did he say that about my setting up house? JANE. I think he was just being funny. He is sometimes, you know. BOBBY. You don't think he guessed---- JANE. Guessed what? About you and Melisande? BOBBY. I say, shut up, Jane. I thought we agreed not to say anything more about that. JANE. But what else could he have guessed? BOBBY. _You_ know well enough. JANE (shaking her head). No, I don't. BOBBY. I told you this morning. JANE. What did you tell me? BOBBY. _You_ know. JANE. No, I don't. BOBBY. Yes, you do. JANE. No, I don't. BOBBY (coming closer). All right, shall I tell you again? JANE (edging away). I don't want to hear it. BOBBY. How do you know you don't want to hear it, if you don't know what it is? JANE. I can guess what it is. BOBBY. There you are! JANE. It's what you say to everybody, isn't it? BOBBY (loftily). If you want to know, Miss Bagot, I have only said it to one other person in my life, and that was in mistake for you. JANE (coldly). Melisande and I are not very much alike, Mr. Coote. BOBBY. No. You're much prettier. JANE (turning her head away). You don't really think so. Anyhow, it isn't true. BOBBY. It is true, Jane. I swear it. JANE. Well, you didn't think so yesterday. BOBBY. Why do you keep talking about yesterday? I'm talking about to-day. JANE. A girl has her pride, Bobby. BOBBY. So has a man. I'm awfully proud of being in love with _you_. JANE. That isn't what I mean. BOBBY. What do you mean? JANE (awkwardly). Well--well--well, what it comes to is that you get refused by Sandy, and then you immediately come to me and expect me to jump at you. BOBBY. Suppose I had waited a year and then come to you, would that have been better? JANE. Of course it would. BOBBY. Well, really I can't follow you, darling. JANE (indignantly). You mustn't call me darling. BOBBY. Mustn't call you what? JANE (awkwardly). Darling. BOBBY. Did I call you darling? JANE (shortly). Yes. BOBBY (to himself). "Darling." No, I suppose I mustn't. But it suits you so awfully well--darling. (She stamps her foot) I'm sorry, darl---- I mean Jane, but really I can't follow you. Because you're so frightfully fascinating, that after twenty-four hours of it, I simply have to tell you how much I love you, then your pride is hurt. But if you had been so frightfully unattractive that it took me a whole year to see anything in you at all, then apparently you'd have been awfully proud. JANE. You _have_ known me a whole year, Bobby. BOBBY. Not really, you know. Directly I saw you and Sandy together I knew I was in love with one of you, but--well, love is a dashed rummy thing, and I thought it was Sandy. And so I didn't really see you till last night, when you were so awfully decent to me. JANE (wistfully). It sounds very well, but the trouble is that it will sound just as well to the next girl.