(To Robert.) Give me one of your buttons. I’ll wear it.
Robert.
(Putting her off, with forced gaiety.) With the officer looking? Shame on you!
Nora.
(To Recruiting Officer.) A man who’s enlisted is allowed to give away one button, isn’t he?
Re. Off.
(Smiling.) One—only one—to the girl he loves.
Nora.
(Invitingly.) Now, Robert, you hear!
(Gordon overhears this and waits eagerly for Robert’s answer.)