[They go down upon their knees, she deliberately arranges the marbles for the game, he staring at her blankly.]
Imogen.
My mark—play.
Valentine White.
I beg your pardon, Jenny—I’ve been all wrong.
Imogen.
You have indeed, Val. Play. [He plays seriously.] Not within a mile of it.
Valentine White.
My eye is quite out.
Imogen.