BOBBY (with a laugh). I say, that's rather funny. I was just thinking the same about you.
JANE. I say, were you really? I'm so glad. I like to feel that we are really friends, and that we understand each other. I don't know whether I'm different from other girls, but I don't make friends very easily.
BOBBY. Do you mean men or women friends?
JANE. Both. In fact, but for Melisande and you, I can hardly think of any—not what you call real friends.
BOBBY. Melisande is a great friend, isn't she? You tell each other all your secrets, and that sort of thing, don't you?
JANE. Yes, we're great friends, but there are some things that I could never tell even her. (Impressively) I could never show her my inmost heart.
BOBBY. I don't believe about your not having any men friends. I bet there are hundreds of them, as keen on you as anything.
JANE. I wonder. It would be rather nice to think there were. That sounds horrid, doesn't it, but a girl can't help wanting to be liked.
BOBBY. Of course she can't; nobody can. I don't think it's a bit horrid.
JANE. How nice of you. (She gets up) Well, I must be going, I suppose.