MELISANDE (moving to it, but still holding JANE). Thank you.
(MELISANDE and JANE sit down together on the sofa. GERVASE sits on a chair near. There is an awkward silence.)
JANE (half getting up). Well, I'm afraid I must——
(MELISANDE pulls her down. She subsides.)
MELISANDE. Charming weather we are having, are we not, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE (enthusiastically). Oh, rather. Absolutely top-hole.
MELISANDE (to JANE). Absolutely top-hole weather, is it not, Jane?
JANE. Oh, I love it.
MELISANDE. You play golf, I expect, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE. Oh, rather. I've been playing this morning. (With a smile) Pretty rotten, too, I'm afraid.