[The musicians strike up a dance.]
OLIVE. Oh! Mummy! I must just dance!
She kicks off her lisle blue shoes, and begins dancing. While she is capering HUBERT comes in from the hall. He stands watching his little niece for a minute, and KATHERINE looks at him.
HUBERT. Stephen gone!
KATHERINE. Yes—stop, Olive!
OLIVE. Are you good at my sort of dancing, Uncle?
HUBERT. Yes, chick—awfully!
KATHERINE. Now, Olive!
The musicians have suddenly broken off in the middle of a bar.
From the street comes the noise of distant shouting.
OLIVE. Listen, Uncle! Isn't it a particular noise?