MRS. KNOWLE. Well now, you see, I've forgotten. If only you'd come at once, dear—
MELISANDE. I was looking out into the night. It's a wonderful night. Midsummer Night.
MRS. KNOWLE. Midsummer Night. And now I suppose the days will start drawing in, and we shall have winter upon us before we know where we are. All these changes of the seasons are very inconsiderate to an invalid. Ah, now I remember what I wanted, dear. Can you find me another cushion? Dr. Anderson considers it most important that the small of the back should be well supported after a meal. (Indicating the place) Just here, dear.
JANE (jumping up with the cushion from her chair). Let me, Aunt Mary.
MRS. KNOWLE. Thank you, Jane. Just here, please. JANE arranges it.)
JANE. Is that right?
MRS. KNOWLE. Thank you, dear. I only do it for Dr. Anderson's sake.
(JANE goes back to her book and MELISANDE goes back to her Midsummer Night. There is silence for a little.)
MRS. KNOWLE. Oh, Sandy . . . Sandy!
JANE. Melisande!