NICHOLAS (from outside). Hallo!
ANNE. Where—are—you?
NICHOLAS. Coming. (He comes.) Just went upstairs to get a pipe. (Putting his hand to his pocket) And now I’ve forgotten it.
(They go to the sofa together.)
ANNE. Oh, Nicholas, how silly you are! (She sits down.)
NICHOLAS (sitting close). I don’t want to smoke, you know.
ANNE. I thought men always did.
NICHOLAS. Well, it depends what they’re doing.
(There is no doubt what he is doing. He is making love to ANNE, the dog, and ANNE is encouraging him.)
ANNE (looking away). Oh!