BOBBY. Thanks, it's awfully decent of you. (After a pause) Don't let's talk about it.
JANE. Of course I won't if it hurts you, Bobby. But I felt I had to say something, I felt so sorry. You didn't mind, did you?
BOBBY. It's awfully decent of you to mind.
JANE (gently). I mind very much when my friends are unhappy.
BOBBY. Thanks awfully. (He stands up, buttons his coat, and looks at himself) I say, do you see anything wrong with it?
JANE. Wrong with what?
BOBBY. My clothes. (He revolves slowly.)
JANE. Of course not. They fit beautifully.
BOBBY. Sandy's so funny about things. I don't know what she means half the time.
JANE. Of course, I'm very fond of Melisande, but I do see what you mean. She's so (searching for the right word)—so romantic.