BOBBY. What next girl? JANE. The one you propose to to-morrow. BOBBY. You know, Jane, when you talk like that I feel that you don't deserve to be proposed to at all. JANE (loftily). I'm sure I don't want to be. BOBBY (coming closer). Are you? JANE. Am I what? BOBBY. Quite sure. JANE. I should have thought it was pretty obvious seeing that I've just refused you. BOBBY. Have you? JANE. Have I what? BOBBY. Refused me. JANE. I thought I had. BOBBY. And would you be glad if I went away and never saw you again? (She hesitates) Honest, Jane. Would you? JANE (awkwardly). Well, of course, I _like_ you, Bobby. I always have. BOBBY. But you feel that you would like me better if I were somebody else's husband? JANE (indignantly). Oh, I _never_ said that. BOBBY. Dash it, you've been saying it all this afternoon. JANE (weakly). Bobby, don't; I can't argue with you. But really, dear, I can't say now that I will marry you. Oh, you _must_ understand. Oh, _think_ what Sandy---- BOBBY. We won't tell Sandy. JANE (surprised). But she's bound to know. BOBBY. We won't tell anybody. JANE (eagerly). Bobby! BOBBY (nodding). Just you and me. Nobody else for a long time. A little private secret. JANE. Bobby! BOBBY (coming to her). Is it a bargain, Jane? Because if it's a bargain---- JANE (going away from him). No, no, Bobby. Not now. I must go upstairs and tidy myself--no, I mustn't, I must wait for Melisande--no, Bobby, don't. Not yet. I mean it, really. Do go, dear, anybody might come in. (BOBBY, who has been following her round the hall, as she retreats nervously, stops and nods to her.) BOBBY. All right, darling, I'll go. JANE. You mustn't say "darling." You might say it accidentally in front of them all. BOBBY (grinning). All right, Miss Bagot . . . I am going now, Miss Bagot. (At the windows) Good-bye, Miss Bagot. (JANE blows him a kiss. He bows) Your favour to hand, Miss Bagot. (He turns and sees MELISANDE coming through the garden) Hallo, here's Sandy! (He hurries off in the opposite direction.) MELISANDE. Oh, Jane, Jane! (She sinks into a chair.) JANE. What, dear? MELISANDE. Everything. JANE. Yes, but that's so vague, darling. Do you mean that---- MELISANDE (dreamily). I have seen him; I have talked to him; he has kissed me. JANE (amazed). _Kissed_ you? Do you mean that he has--kissed you? MELISANDE. I have looked into his eyes, and he has looked into mine. JANE. Yes, but who? MELISANDE. The true knight, the prince, for whom I have been waiting so long. JANE. But _who_ is he? MELISANDE. They call him Gervase. JANE. Gervase _who_? MELISANDE (scornfully). Did Elaine say, "Lancelot who" when they told her his name was Lancelot? JANE. Yes, dear, but this is the twentieth century. He must have a name. MELISANDE (dreamily). Through the forest he came to me, dressed in blue and gold. JANE (sharply). Sandy! (Struck with an idea) Have you been out all day without your hat, darling? MELISANDE (vaguely). Have I?