JANE. Come along! (They go to the open windows together.)
MR. KNOWLE (as they go). Any message for Oberon, if we meet him?
MELISANDE (gravely). No, thank you, Father.
MR. KNOWLE. It's his turn to write, I suppose.
(JANE laughs as they go out together.)
(Left alone, MELISANDE takes up a book and goes to the sofa with it, while BOBBY walks about the room unhappily, whistling to himself. He keeps looking across at her, and at last their eyes meet.)
MELISANDE (putting down her book). Well, Bobby?
BOBBY (awkwardly). Well, Sandy?
MELISANDE (angrily). Don't call me that; you know how I hate it.
BOBBY. Sorry. Melisande. But it's such a dashed mouthful. And your father was calling you Sandy just now, and you didn't say anything.