ALICE. ‘I’m only a woman, you see; and I’m afraid they sometimes bore me, especially William Milton.’
COSMO, with relief, ‘Do they? Me, too.’
ALICE, on the verge of tears again, ‘But not half so much as I bore my baby.’
COSMO, anxious to help her, ‘What did you do to her?’
ALICE, appealingly, ‘I couldn’t help wanting to hold her in my arms, could I, Cosmo?’
COSMO, full of consideration, ‘No, of course you couldn’t.’ He reflects. ‘How did you take hold of her?’
ALICE. ‘I suppose in some clumsy way.’
COSMO. ‘Not like this, was it?’
ALICE, gloomily, ‘I dare say.’
COSMO. ‘You should have done it this way.’