Oh? I don’t think so. But you will be soon making love to her I see. I needn’t have worried about your worrying me for long.
Gordon.
Don’t say that, Nora. You know you are every beautiful thing to me. I hear your sweet voice every time the bell bird calls. I see your hair in the golden clouds after the sunset; I think of you and the home nest you are making somewhere, particularly when I am out here sleeping out of doors. You know I never shall think there is anyone in the world like you.
Nora.
(Peremptorily.) Stop! Where are Robert and Loveday? Call them, Gordon.
(Gordon coo-ees. An answer is heard.)
Gordon.
(With a little gust of temper.) You try to prevent us being alone. You grudge me these few minutes. It is cruel.
Nora.
Oh. La-la-la! (Whistles a snatch of tune.)