MELISANDE (furiously). How dare you say I flirted with you?
GERVASE. How dare you say I laughed at you?
MELISANDE. Do you think I knew you would be there when I went up to the wood?
GERVASE. Do you think I knew you would be there when I went up?
MELISANDE. Then why were you there all dressed up like that?
GERVASE. My car broke down and I spent the night in it. I went up the hill to look for breakfast.
MELISANDE. Breakfast! That's all you think about.
GERVASE (cheerfully). Well, it's always cropping up.
MELISANDE (in disgust). Oh! (She moves away from him and then turns round holding out her hand) Good-bye, Mr. Mallory.
GERVASE (taking it). Good-bye, Miss Knowle. . . . (Gently) May I kiss your hands, Melisande?