MRS. KNOWLE (at the door). I shall _not_ sleep well. I shall lie awake all night. Dr. Anderson will be very much distressed. "Dr. Anderson," I shall say, "it is not your fault. I lay awake all night, thinking of my loved ones." In five minutes, Jane. [She goes out. MR. KNOWLE. An exacting programme. Well, I shall be in the library, if anybody wants to think of me--or say good-night to me--or anything like that. JANE. Then I'd better say good-night to you now, Uncle Henry. (She goes up to him.) MR. KNOWLE (kissing her). Good-night, dear. JANE. Good-night. MR. KNOWLE. If there's anybody else who wants to kiss me--what about you, Bobby? Or will you come into the library and have a smoke first? BOBBY. Oh, I shall be going to bed directly, I think. Rather tired to-day, somehow. MR. KNOWLE. Then good-night to you also. Dear me, what a business this is. Sandy has left us for ever, I understand. If she should come back, Jane, and wishes to kiss the top of my head, she will find it in the library--just above the back of the armchair nearest the door. [He goes out. JANE. Did Sandy go out into the garden? BOBBY (gloomily). Yes--about five minutes ago. JANE (timidly). I'm so sorry, Bobby. BOBBY. Thanks, it's awfully decent of you. (After a pause) Don't let's talk about it. JANE. Of course I won't if it hurts you, Bobby. But I felt I _had_ to say something, I felt so sorry. You didn't mind, did you? BOBBY. It's awfully decent of you to mind. JANE (gently). I mind very much when my friends are unhappy. BOBBY. Thanks awfully. (He stands up, buttons his coat, and looks at himself) I say, do _you_ see anything wrong with it? JANE. Wrong with what? BOBBY. My clothes. (He revolves slowly.) JANE. Of course not. They fit beautifully. BOBBY. Sandy's so funny about things. I don't know what she means half the time. JANE. Of course, I'm very fond of Melisande, but I do see what you mean. She's so (searching for the right word)--so _romantic_. BOBBY (eagerly). Yes, that's just it. It takes a bit of living up to. I say, have a cigarette, won't you? JANE. No, thank you. Of course, I'm very fond of Melisande, but I do feel sometimes that I don't altogether envy the man who marries her. BOBBY. I say, do you really feel that? JANE. Yes. She's too (getting the right word at last)--too _romantic_. BOBBY. You're about right, you know. I mean she talks about doing deeds of derring-do. Well, I mean that's all very well, but when one marries and settles down--you know what I mean? JANE. Exactly. That's just how I feel about it. As I said to Melisande only this evening, this is the twentieth century. Well, I happen to like the twentieth century. That's all. BOBBY. I see what you mean.