Alice gets as far as the door. The nurse discharges a last duty.
NURSE. ‘You won’t touch her, ma’am; she doesn’t like to be touched by strangers.’
ALICE. ‘Strangers!’
COLONEL. ‘Really, nurse.’
ALICE. ‘It’s quite true.’
NURSE. ‘She’s an angel if you have the right way with her.’
ALICE. ‘Robert, if I shouldn’t have the right way with her.’
COLONEL. ‘You.’
But the woman has scored again.
ALICE, willing to go on her knees, ‘Nurse, what sort of a way does she like from strangers?’