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.)