MELISANDE. Jane plays golf. (To JANE) You're pretty rotten, too, aren't you, Jane?
JANE. Bobby and I were both very bad to-day.
MELISANDE. I think you will like Bobby, Mr. Mallory. He is staying with us just now. I expect you will have a good deal in common. He is on the Stock Exchange.
GERVASE (smiling). So am I.
MELISANDE (valiantly repressing a shudder). Jane, Mr. Mallory is on the Stock Exchange. Isn't that curious? I felt sure that he must be directly I saw him.
(There is another awkward silence.)
JANE (getting up). Well, I'm afraid I must——
MELISANDE (pulling her down). Don't go, Jane. I suppose there are a great many of you on the Stock Exchange, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE. Oh, quite a lot.
MELISANDE. Quite a lot, Jane. . . . You don't know Bobby—Mr. Coote?