ALICE, wailing, ‘Amy, Amy.’
AMY, with a touch of the sublime, ‘It is my glove, but it had a right to be here. He is my affianced husband.’
Perhaps, but it is an open question, Steve is the one who is most surprised to hear this. He seems to want to say something on the subject, but a look of entreaty from Alice silences him.
COLONEL. ‘Alice, did you hear her?’
ALICE. ‘Surely you don’t mean, Robert, that you are not glad?’
COLONEL, incredulous, ‘Is that how you take it?’
ALICE, heart-broken, ‘How I take it! I am overjoyed. Don’t you see how splendid it is; our old friend Steve.’
COLONEL, glaring at him, ‘Our old friend, Steve.’
As for Amy, that pale-faced lily, for the moment she stands disregarded. Never mind; Ginevra will yet do her justice.
ALICE. ‘Oh, happy day!’ Brazenly she takes Steve’s two hands, ‘Robert, he is to be our son.’