Mrs Maitland. My dear child, what is the matter? You never seem able to settle to anything now.
Mary. The truth is, mamma, I'm bored.
Mrs Maitland. Bored, when after our long separation during the war you've come home to live with your mother?
Mary. That's just it.
Mrs Maitland. What's just it?
Mary. I've come home to live with my mother.
Mrs Maitland. Mary! Do you mean to say you don't like it?
Mary. Not at all.
Mrs Maitland. Oh, how dreadful this is! Oh, the girls of the present age!
Mary. That's what you're always saying, mamma, but I can't help being of the present day, can I? I'd cheerfully be of another time if I could. [Going to window]. Nothing ever happens here—nothing exciting, and I, who have been a V.A.D. in France during the war, and have conveyed wounded officers by myself to hospitals at midnight [Mrs Maitland holds up her hands in horror] look out of the window for months and see nothing at all. [Goes aimlessly to window—gives a cry].