JOHN: Colin? GWEN: Oh damn! Is it so obvious? JOHN: ’Tisn’t obvious a bit; up to a second ago I hadn’t a notion; but you’ve seen a good deal of him these last two weeks, haven’t you? GWEN: He’s taken me out nearly every day; theatres and dinners; I’ve never had such a time. JOHN: Does he love you? GWEN: I don’t think so; I don’t think he cares a bit more for me than for all the others he takes about. I’m a fool! I dread every time I see him in case I should find out it’s no good; but every time he goes away, life’s just waiting for the next time I see him! JOHN: Are you sure? GWEN: _Sure?_ How? JOHN: That you love him? GWEN: Yes. JOHN: Enough to marry him? GWEN: Yes. JOHN: By jove, Gwen, I’d like you to. GWEN (_brokenly_): Oh, Jacko.... [_A knock at the door._ JOHN: Come in.... Hullo, Colin! COLIN (_coming in_): Hullo.... Hullo, Gwen. Good afternoon. JOHN: Have some tea? It’s quite cold. COLIN: No, thanks. GWEN: I’ll make some in a moment. COLIN: You’ve had yours.... GWEN (_rising_): I’ll make some more. COLIN: No. Don’t you go.... (_To JOHN._) Can _you_ make tea? JOHN: Yes. COLIN: I’ll have some if _you_ make it. JOHN: I don’t make it in this house; I don’t know where the things are kept. COLIN: Well, could you go and buy some cigarettes? JOHN: I’ve got some! COLIN: Could you run out and post a letter? JOHN (_with a grin_): I haven’t got any to post! COLIN: Then go out into the street, and go up to the first person you meet, and ask them to teach you to take a hint. JOHN: You want to be left alone! COLIN: You’re very bright this afternoon. [_JOHN goes straight out of the room.... A sudden silence falls.... COLIN takes out his cigarette-case, and helps himself to one; and puts it back ... and takes it out again._ I beg your pardon ... will you? GWEN: No, thanks. [_He puts it back, and lights his cigarette ... the silence grows again._ GWEN: I think I will. [_He takes out his case; she takes a cigarette, and he lights it for her._ COLIN: ... lovely day it’s been. GWEN: Yes. COLIN (_suddenly_): _I say, Gwen!_---- [_A knock at the door._ Come in. JOHN: Sorry! It’s raining! I’ll be upstairs. Give me a blow when I can come down. COLIN: Seems a bit changeable!! GWEN: Yes. COLIN (_throwing away his cigarette, he starts again with the same suddenness of tone_): _Gwen!_... What would you say if I asked you to marry me? GWEN: ... are you being serious? COLIN: Yes. [_He comes quickly to her where she is sitting; he speaks crisply._ I want to kneel down, but I can’t. Stand up. [_She does. They are standing close ... they remain so for a moment, and then kiss._ COLIN: Then it’s all right? GWEN: Yes. COLIN: Thank God. I wish I’d said this days ago. GWEN: So do I. COLIN: Do you? GWEN: No I don’t. I don’t want anything to be different. Oh, Colin, you’ve taken such a load off my mind!... COLIN (_roughly_): Come here!