GERVASE. It's awfully nice of you; I should love it.
MR. KNOWLE. Hedgling is the name of the village. I mention it because you seem to have lost your way so completely——
GERVASE. Oh, by Jove, now I know where I am. It's so different in the moonlight. I'm lunching this way to-morrow. Might I come on afterwards? And then I can return your petrol, thank you for your hospitality, and expose my complete ignorance of old prints, all in one afternoon.
MR. KNOWLE. Well, but you must come anyhow. Come to tea.
GERVASE. That will be ripping. (Getting up) Well, I suppose I ought to be getting on. (He picks up his cloak.)
MR. KNOWLE. We might just have a look at that map on the way.
GERVASE. Oh yes, do let's.
(They go to the door together, and stand for a moment looking at the casement windows.)
MR. KNOWLE. It really is a wonderful night. (He switches off the lights, and the moon streams through the windows) Just look.
GERVASE (with a deep sigh). Wonderful!