BOBBY. Well, what is it out of? I mean, after what you said yesterday about my tie, it can't be love. If you really loved me——
MELISANDE. Are you under the impression that I am proposing to you?
BOBBY (taken aback). W-what?
MELISANDE. Are you flattering yourself that you are refusing me?
BOBBY. I say, shut up, Sandy. You know it isn't that at all.
MELISANDE. I think you had better join Jane. (Carelessly) It is Jane, isn't it?
BOBBY. I say, look here—— (She doesn't) Of course, I know you think I'm an awful rotter. . . . Well . . . well—oh, damn!
MELISANDE. Jane is waiting for you.
MRS. KNOWLE comes in.
MRS. KNOWLE. Oh, Mr. Coote, Jane is waiting for you.