MRS. GWYN. Oh! what shall I do?
[There is a silence; the music of the waltz sounds louder from the house.]
[Starting up.] Listen! One can't sit it out and dance it too. Which is it to be, Maurice, dancing—or sitting out? It must be one or the other, must n't it?
LEVER. Molly! Molly!
MRS. GWYN. Ah, my dear! [Standing away from him as though to show herself.] How long shall I keep you? This is all that 's left of me. It 's time I joined the wallflowers. [Smiling faintly.] It's time I played the mother, is n't it? [In a whisper.] It'll be all sitting out then.
LEVER. Don't! Let's go and dance, it'll do you good.
[He puts his hands on her arms, and in a gust of passion kisses her lips and throat.]
MRS. GWYN. I can't give you up—I can't. Love me, oh! love me!
[For a moment they stand so; then, with sudden remembrance of where they are, they move apart.]
LEVER. Are you all right now, darling?