MELISANDE. I don't know. (She grips JANE'S arm suddenly) Jane, I didn't dream it all this morning, did I? It did happen? I saw him—he kissed me—he is coming for me—he——
Enter ALICE
ALICE. Mr. Gervase Mallory.
MELISANDE (happily). Ah!
(GERVASE comes in, an apparently ordinary young man in a loud golfing suit.)
GERVASE. How do you do?
MELISANDE (looking at him with growing amazement and horror). Oh!
(JANE looks from one to the other in bewilderment.)
GERVASE. I ought to explain. Mr. Knowle was kind enough to lend me some petrol last night; my car broke down; he was good enough to say I might come this afternoon and see his prints. I am hoping to be allowed to thank him again for his kindness last night. And—er—I've brought back the petrol.
MELISANDE (still with her eyes on him). My father will no doubt be here directly. This is my cousin, Miss Bagot.