John: Good night.
Colin (to Gwen): Good night.
Gwen: Good night.
[Colin goes.
John: I wish they’d stayed. We might have had a decent talk! I’m going to do some work.
Gwen: I’m going to bed.
[As she goes, she takes an enormous handful of cigarettes from the new box which Colin had brought in from the bedroom.
John (noticing): Have a cigarette?
Gwen: No, thanks. I don’t smoke. Good night, dear.
John: Good night. Bless you.