Upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love
To come again to Carthage.
(She stays there a moment, and then says in a thrilling voice) In such a night! Ah!
[She goes to it.
MRS. KNOWLE (in a different voice). Ah! . . . Well, Mr. Coote?
BOBBY (turning back to her with a start). Oh—er—yes?
MRS. KNOWLE. No, I think I must call you Bobby. I may call you Bobby, mayn't I?
BOBBY. Oh, please do, Mrs. Knowle.
MRS. KNOWLE (archly). Not Mrs. Knowle! Can't you think of a better name?
BOBBY (wondering if he ought to call her MARY). Er—I'm—I'm afraid I don't quite—