JANE. It may be very unromantic of me, but I like men to be keen on games, and to wear the clothes that everybody else wears--as long as they fit well, of course--and to talk about the ordinary things that everybody talks about. Of course, Melisande would say that that was very stupid and unromantic of me---- BOBBY. I don't think it is at all. JANE. How awfully nice of you to say that, Bobby. You do understand so wonderfully. BOBBY (with a laugh). I say, that's rather funny. I was just thinking the same about you. JANE. I say, were you really? I'm so glad. I like to feel that we are really friends, and that we understand each other. I don't know whether I'm different from other girls, but I don't make friends very easily. BOBBY. Do you mean men or women friends? JANE. Both. In fact, but for Melisande and you, I can hardly think of any--not what you call real friends. BOBBY. Melisande is a great friend, isn't she? You tell each other all your secrets, and that sort of thing, don't you? JANE. Yes, we're great friends, but there are some things that I could never tell even her. (Impressively) I could never show her my inmost heart. BOBBY. I don't believe about your not having any men friends. I bet there are hundreds of them, as keen on you as anything. JANE. I wonder. It would be rather nice to think there were. That sounds horrid, doesn't it, but a girl can't help wanting to be liked. BOBBY. Of course she can't; nobody can. I don't think it's a bit horrid. JANE. How nice of you. (She gets up) Well, I must be going, I suppose. BOBBY. What's the hurry? JANE. Aunt Mary. She said five minutes. BOBBY. And how long will you be with her? You'll come down again, won't you? JANE. No, I don't think so. I'm rather tired this evening. (Holding out her hand) Good-night, Bobby. BOBBY (taking it). Oh, but look here, I'll come and light your candle for you. JANE. How nice of you! (She manages to get her hand back, and they walk to the door together.) BOBBY. I suppose I may as well go to bed myself. JANE (at the door). Well, if you are, we'd better put the lights out. BOBBY. Righto. (He puts them out.) I say, what a night! (The moonlight streams through the windows on them.) You'll hardly want a candle. [They go out together. (The hall is empty. Suddenly the front door bell is heard to ring. After a little interval, ALICE comes in, turns on the light, and looks round the hall. She is walking across the hall to the drawing-room when MR. KNOWLE comes in from behind her, and she turns round.) MR. KNOWLE. Were you looking for me, Alice? ALICE. Yes, sir. There's a gentleman at the front door, sir. MR. KNOWLE. Rather late for a call, isn't it? ALICE. He's in a motor car, sir, and it's broken down, and he wondered if you'd lend him a little petrol. He told me to say how very sorry he was to trouble you----