GINEVRA. ‘But why?’
COSMO. ‘Yes, it seemed to bother him, too.’
GINEVRA. ‘The theatre. That is what she said.’
Here Cosmo takes up a commanding position on the hearthrug; it could not be bettered unless with a cigar in the mouth.
COSMO. ‘Look here, Miss Dunbar, it may be that I have a little crow to pick with mother when she comes back, but I cannot allow anyone else to say a word against her. Comprenez?’
Ginevra’s reply is lost to the world because at this moment Amy’s sparkling eyes show round the door. How softly she must have crossed the little hall!
GINEVRA. ‘Amy, at last!’
AMY. ‘Sh!’ She speaks to some one unseen, ‘There are only Ginevra and Cosmo here.’
Thus encouraged Alice enters. Despite her demeanour they would see, if they knew her better, that she has been having a good time, and is in hopes that it is not ended yet. She comes in, as it were, under Amy’s guidance. Ginevra is introduced, and Alice then looks to Amy for instructions what to do next.
AMY, encouragingly, ‘Sit down, mother.’