AMY, her worst fears returning, ‘But what are you going to do?’
COLONEL. ‘That is not your affair.’
STEVE. ‘I must say I don’t see that.’
AMY, gratefully, ‘Thank you, Mr. Rollo.’
COLONEL. ‘Go to your room.’
She has to go, but not till she has given her mother a kiss that is a challenge to the world. Then to the bewilderment of Steve two human frames are rocked with laughter.
ALICE. ‘Oh, Robert, look at him. He thinks I worship him.’
COLONEL. ‘Steve, you colossal puppy.’
STEVE. ‘Eh—what—why?’
ALICE. ‘Steve, tell Robert about my voice being softer to you than to other men; tell him, Steve, about your eyes.’