BOBBY (struck by an idea). I say, you didn't make it, did you?
MELISANDE. Do I look as if I made it?
BOBBY. I thought perhaps—You know, I really don't know what you do want, Sandy. Sorry; I mean—
MELISANDE. Go on calling me Sandy, I'd rather you did.
BOBBY. Well, when you marry this prince of yours, is he going to do the cooking? I don't understand you, Sandy, really I don't.
MELISANDE (shaking her head gently at him). No, I'm sure you don't, Bobby.
BOBBY (still trying, however). I suppose it's because he's doing the cooking that he won't be able to dress for dinner. He sounds a funny sort of chap; I should like to see him.
MELISANDE. You wouldn't understand him if you did see him.
BOBBY (jealously). Have you seen him?
MELISANDE. Only in my dreams.