[He has put his hand on the table near hers.
MRS. HOLROYD
Yes, I know you've got nice hands—but you needn't be vain of them.
BLACKMORE
No—it's not that—But don't they seem—(he glances swiftly at her; she turns her head aside; he laughs nervously)—they sort of go well with one another. (He laughs again)
MRS. HOLROYD
They do, rather—
[They stand still, near one another, with bent heads, for a moment. Suddenly she starts up and draws her hand away.
BLACKMORE
Why—what is it?