ALICE. ‘Robert, you frighten me.’
COLONEL. ‘Still tongue-tied, Steve. Before you came here, Alice, I found a lady’s glove on the floor.’
ALICE, quickly, ‘That isn’t our affair, Robert.’
COLONEL. ‘Yes; I’ll tell you why. Amy has just put on that glove.’
ALICE. ‘It isn’t hers, dear.’
COLONEL. ‘Do you deny that it is yours, Amy?’ Amy has no answer to this. ‘Is it unreasonable, Steve, to ask you when my daughter, with whom you profess to be unacquainted, gave you that token of her esteem?’
STEVE, helpless, ‘Alice.’
COLONEL. ‘What has Alice to do with it?’
AMY, to the rescue, ‘Nothing, nothing, I swear.’
COLONEL. ‘Has there been something going on that I don’t understand? Are you in it, Alice, as well as they? Why has Steve been staring at you so?’