Sydney. [With a sudden spurt of suspicion] Kit! What colour are mine?
Kit. [Helplessly] Oh, er—oh—
Sydney. [Terribly] Kit! What colour are mine? [Relenting] Look at my frock, you donkey! What do you suppose I wear blue for? So Alice has got blue eyes!
Kit. How do you know?
Sydney. I know you, Kit. You’re conservative.
Kit. As a matter of fact, she isn’t unlike you. That’s what made me talk to her.
Sydney. Oh, you’ve talked to her?
Kit. [Warming] Oh, yes—quite a lot. She’s a friend of my sister’s.
Sydney. She always is.
Kit. What d’you mean—“she always is”? I tell you I’ve only met her four times. I can’t make you out.