Philip: It’s my platform training.
Ann: You’re so strange to-day—is anything the matter?
Philip: Nothing and everything.
Ann: Are you angry with me?
Philip: No.
Ann: I am sorry if I was snappy.
[There is a pause.
Ann: In twenty minutes Ninian will be back from the station, the dressing-gong will ring, and I shall have to leave you. Oh, I wish there weren’t a clock in my heart telling me that time is running away.
Philip: It is half-past seven now.