MELISANDE (vaguely). Aunt Mary? What has she got to do with it?
JANE (impatiently). Oh, but—— (With a shrug of resignation) I don't understand. Do you mean he's coming here? (MELISANDE nods gravely) Melisande, you'll let me see him?
MELISANDE. Yes. I've thought it all out. I wanted you here, Jane. He will come in; I will present you; and then you must leave us alone. But I should like you to see him. Just to see how different, how utterly different he is from every other man. . . . But you will promise to go when you have seen him, won't you?
JANE (nodding). I'll say, "I'm afraid I must leave you now, and——" Sandy, how can he be a prince?
MELISANDE. When you see him, Jane, you will say, "How can he not be a prince?"
JANE. But one has to leave princes backward. I mean—he won't expect—you know——
MELISANDE. I don't think so. Besides, after all, you are my cousin.
JANE. Yes. I think I shall get that in; just to be on the safe side. "Well, cousin, I must leave you now, as I have to attend my aunt." And then a sort of—not exactly a curtsey, but—(she practises, murmuring the words to herself). I suppose you didn't happen to mention me to him this morning?
MELISANDE (half smiling). Oh no!
JANE (hurt). I don't see why you shouldn't have. What did you talk about?