ALICE. ‘I feel so comfy where I am. One does hate to leave a fire, doesn’t one.’ She hums gaily a snatch of a song.
COLONEL. ‘The woman doesn’t know her own mind.’
ALICE. ‘You remember we danced to that once on my birthday at Simla.’
She shows him how they danced at Simla.
COLONEL, to Steve, who is indeed the more bewildered of the two, ‘And a few minutes ago I assure you she was weeping on my shoulder!’
ALICE. ‘You were so nice to me that evening, Robert—I gave you a dance.’ She whirls him gaily round.
COLONEL. ‘You flibberty jibbet, you make me dizzy.’
ALICE. ‘Shall we sit out the rest of the dance?’
COLONEL. ‘Not I. Come along, you unreasonable thing.’
ALICE. ‘Unreasonable. Robert, I have a reason. I want to see whether Amy will come.’