"May I turn the light up?" (From Tanqueray.)
"I'd rather you let it be?" (From Rose.)
He let it be.
"Rose" (very suddenly from Tanqueray), "do you remember Mr. Robinson?"
(No response.)
"Rose, why are you sitting in this room?"
"Because I like it."
"Why do you like it?"
(No response; only a furtive movement of Rose's hand towards her pocket-handkerchief. A sudden movement of Tanqueray's, restrained, so that he appeared to have knelt on the hearthrug to caress the little dog. A long and silent stroking of Joey's back. Demonstration of ineffable affection from Joey.)
"His hair never has come on, has it? Do you know" (very gravely), "I'm afraid it never will."