MR. KNOWLE. An exacting programme. Well, I shall be in the library, if anybody wants to think of me—or say good-night to me—or anything like that.
JANE. Then I'd better say good-night to you now Uncle Henry. (She goes up to him.)
MR. KNOWLE (kissing her). Good-night, dear.
JANE. Good-night.
MR. KNOWLE. If there's anybody else who wants to kiss me—what about you, Bobby? Or will you come into the library and have a smoke first?
BOBBY. Oh, I shall be going to bed directly, I think. Rather tired to-day, somehow.
MR. KNOWLE. Then good-night to you also. Dear me, what a business this is. Sandy has left us for ever, I understand. If she should come back, Jane, and wishes to kiss the top of my head, she will find it in the library—just above the back of the armchair nearest the door. [He goes out.
JANE. Did Sandy go out into the garden?
BOBBY (gloomily). Yes—about five minutes ago.
JANE (timidly). I'm so sorry, Bobby.