Sydney. [Recovering herself, lightly] D’you know what that’s out of?
Kit. No.
Sydney. [Mischievously] You ought to—“Alice”—
Kit makes a furious gesture.
Sydney. [Appeasing him] No, no, no! “Alice through the Looking-glass!” [More soberly] I can’t help it, Kit. When I look in the looking-glass I see—Alice.
Kit. Once and for all, Sydney, will you shut up about Alice?
Sydney. Can’t. It’s her jam to-day.
Kit. I wish you’d talk sense for a change.
Sydney. But I am. I’m conveying to you as nicely and tactfully as possible that I’m—
Kit. [Apprehensive at last] What, Sydney?