COLONEL, aghast, ‘Good heavens, Alice, again! Amy, what does this mean?’
AMY, as she runs, insulted and in tears, from the room, ‘It means, father, that I love you very much.’
COLONEL, badgered, ‘Won’t you explain, Alice?’
ALICE. ‘Robert, I am in terror about Amy.’
COLONEL. ‘Why?’
ALICE. ‘Don’t ask me, dear—not now—not till I have spoken to her again.’ She clings to her husband. ‘Robert, there can’t be anything in it?’
COLONEL. ‘If you mean anything wrong with our girl, there isn’t, memsahib. What great innocent eyes she has.’
ALICE, eagerly, ‘Yes, yes, hasn’t she, Robert.’
COLONEL. ‘All’s well with Amy, dear.’
ALICE. ‘Of course it is. It was silly of me—My Amy.’