DAVID [impressively]. Not at all; the firm promised if he was elected for to make him their London manager at L800 a year.
COMTESSE. There is a strong man for you, Sybil; but I believe you ARE asleep.
SYBIL [stirring herself]. Honestly, I’m not. [Sweetly to the others] But would you mind finding out whether my brother is drawing to a close?
[DAVID goes out, leaving poor ALICK marooned. The COMTESSE is kind to him.]
COMTESSE. Thank you very much. [Which helps ALICK out.] Don’t you love a strong man, sleepy head?
SYBIL [preening herself]. I never met one.
COMTESSE. Neither have I. But if you DID meet one, would he wakes you up?
SYBIL. I dare say he would find there were two of us.
COMTESSE [considering her]. Yes, I think he would. Ever been in love, you cold thing?
SYBIL [yawning]. I have never shot up in flame, Auntie.