COLONEL. ‘Come?’
STEVE. ‘Come here?’
ALICE. ‘I didn’t tell you before, Robert, because I had so little hope; but I called to her through the door that I was coming here to meet you, and I said, “I don’t believe you have a headache, Amy; I believe you have locked yourself in there because you hate the poor mother who loves you,” and I begged her to come with me. I said, “If you won’t come now, come after me and make me happy.”’
COLONEL. ‘But what an odd message, Alice; so unlike you.’
ALICE. ‘Was it? I don’t know. I always find it so hard, Robert, to be like myself.’
COLONEL. ‘But, my dear, a young girl.’
ALICE. ‘She could have taken a cab; I gave her the address. Don’t be so hard, Robert, I am teaching you to dance.’ She is off with him again.
COLONEL. ‘Steve, the madcap.’
He falls into a chair, but sees the room still going round. It is Alice’s chance; she pounces upon Amy’s hand, whirls her out of the hiding place, and seems to greet her at the other door.
ALICE. ‘Amy!’