MELISANDE. They call him Gervase.
JANE. Gervase who?
MELISANDE (scornfully). Did Elaine say, "Lancelot who" when they told her his name was Lancelot?
JANE. Yes, dear, but this is the twentieth century. He must have a name.
MELISANDE (dreamily). Through the forest he came to me, dressed in blue and gold.
JANE (sharply). Sandy! (Struck with an idea) Have you been out all day without your hat, darling?
MELISANDE (vaguely). Have I?
JANE. I mean—blue and gold. They don't do it nowadays.
MELISANDE (nodding to her). He did, Jane.
JANE. But how?—Why? Who can he be?