JANE. Of course, I'm not romantic like you, darling, and I don't have time to read all the wonderful books you read, and though I quite agree with everything you say, and of course it must have been thrilling to have lived in those wonderful old days, still here we are, and (with a wave of the hand)--and what I mean is--here we are. MELISANDE. You are content to put romance out of your life, and to make the ordinary commonplace marriage? JANE. What I mean is, that it wouldn't be commonplace if it was the right man. Some nice, clean-looking Englishman--I don't say beautiful--pleasant, and good at games, dependable, not very clever perhaps, but making enough money---- MELISANDE (carelessly). It sounds rather like Bobby. JANE (confused). It isn't like Bobby, or any one else particularly. It's just anybody. It wasn't any particular person. I was just describing the sort of man without thinking of any one in---- MELISANDE. All right, dear, all right. JANE. Besides, we all know Bobby's devoted to _you_. MELISANDE (firmly). Now, look here, Jane, I warn you solemnly that if you think you are going to leave me and Bobby alone together this evening---- (Voices are heard outside.) Well, I warn you. JANE (in a whisper). Of course not, darling. (With perfect tact) And, as I was saying, Melisande, it was quite the most----Ah, here you are at last! We wondered what had happened to you! (Enter BOBBY and MR. KNOWLE. JANE has already described BOBBY for us. MR. KNOWLE is a pleasant, middle-aged man with a sense of humour, which he cultivates for his own amusement entirely.) BOBBY. Were you very miserable without us? (He goes towards them.) JANE (laughing). Very. (MELISANDE gets up as BOBBY comes, and moves away.) MR. KNOWLE. Where's your Mother, Sandy? MELISANDE. In the dining-room, I think, Father. MR. KNOWLE. Ah! Resting, no doubt. By the way, you won't forget what I said about the bread-sauce, will you? MELISANDE. You don't want it remembered, Father, do you? What you said? MR. KNOWLE. Not the actual words. All I want, my dear, is that you should endeavour to explain to the cook the difference between bread-sauce and a bread-poultice. Make it clear to her that there is no need to provide a bread-poultice with an obviously healthy chicken, such as we had to-night, but that a properly made bread-sauce is a necessity, if the full flavour of the bird is to be obtained. MELISANDE. "Full flavour of the bird is to be obtained." Yes, Father. MR. KNOWLE. That's right, my dear. Bring it home to her. A little quiet talk will do wonders. Well, and so it's Midsummer Night. Why aren't you two out in the garden looking for fairies? BOBBY. I say, it's a topping night, you know. We ought to be out. D'you feel like a stroll, Sandy? MELISANDE. No, thank you, Bobby, I don't think I'll go out. BOBBY. Oh, I say, it's awfully warm. MR. KNOWLE. Well, Jane, I shall take _you_ out. If we meet any of Sandy's fairy friends, you can introduce me.