Gwen: A man played some very modern music—and you asked me what I thought of it; I didn’t like it a bit really, but I didn’t like to say so; and you said it was the sort of music one never ought to hear for the first time.
Colin: Not such a bad remark; I wonder where I heard it ... do you play and sing, and have your brother’s accomplishments?
Gwen: I don’t do anything.
John (who has stopped to select a fruit from the table—as he disappears): Painting’s Gwen’s forte.
Colin: Painting?
Gwen: I’ve given it up....
Colin: Why?
Gwen: I don’t know.
Colin: I should like to see something of yours.
Gwen: That’s mine. (She indicates a little painting on the wall that is hung close to another.... He goes to it.) I was very young.