BOBBY. What's the hurry?
JANE. Aunt Mary. She said five minutes.
BOBBY. And how long will you be with her? You'll come down again, won't you?
JANE. No, I don't think so. I'm rather tired this evening. (Holding out her hand) Good-night, Bobby.
BOBBY (taking it). Oh, but look here, I'll come and light your candle for you.
JANE. How nice of you!
(She manages to get her hand back, and they walk to the door together.)
BOBBY. I suppose I may as well go to bed myself.
JANE (at the door). Well, if you are, we'd better put the lights out.
BOBBY. Righto. (He puts them out.) I say, what a night! (The moonlight streams through the windows on them.) You'll hardly want a candle.