major booth voysey. Writing letters. Things are neglected, Edward, unless one is constantly on the look out. The Pater only cares for his garden. I must speak seriously to Honor.
He has returned the knife, still open, and now having lit his cigar at the candle he carries this off.
alice. Honor has the patience of a . . of an old maid.
edward. Her mission in life isn't a pleasant one. [He gives her a nut, about the fifteenth.] Here; 'scuse fingers.
alice. Thank you. [looking at him, with her head on one side and her face more humorous than ever.] Edward, why have you given up proposing to me?
He starts, flushes; then won't be outdone in humour.
edward. One can't go on proposing for ever.
alice. [reasonably.] Why not? Have you seen anyone you like better?
edward. No.
alice. Well . . I miss it.