Gwen: No, thanks.
[He puts it back, and lights his cigarette ... the silence grows again.
Gwen: I think I will.
[He takes out his case; she takes a cigarette, and he lights it for her.
Colin: ... lovely day it’s been.
Gwen: Yes.
Colin (suddenly): I say, Gwen!——
[A knock at the door.
Come in.
John: Sorry! It’s raining! I’ll be upstairs. Give me a blow when I can come down.