( Exit Tranto, L .)
MRS. CULVER ( with a gesture towards the door, L ). There's something between those two.
CULVER. I doubt it. ( With a sigh .)
MRS. CULVER. What do you mean—you doubt it?
CULVER. They're probably too close together for there to be anything between them.
MRS. CULVER ( shakes her head, smiling sceptically ). The new generation has no romance. ( In a new tone .) Arthur, kiss me.
CULVER. I'm dashed if I do!
MRS. CULVER. Then I'll kiss you! ( She gives him a long kiss .)
( The lunch gong sounds during the embrace. Startled, they separate .)
CULVER. Food!