Toby: Please; I’m not cross any more. (Whispering very prettily.) Where is it?
John: Kiss. (She does.) Turn round. (She does.) On that chair.
[She sees a milliner’s box, and going to it, undoes it, and extracts an attractive little frock.
Toby: Oh, you dear! It’s the one I saw in Shaftesbury Avenue ... isn’t it sweet? ... it cost a terrible lot ... you are awful to spend so much money on me. I love it. (She puts it in a chair to look at it.) Think I’ll look nice in it?
John: Shouldn’t be surprised.
[She undoes a button or two in the frock she has on, it slips from her, and there she stands half-naked and unashamed in the scantiest and daintiest of under-garments. She is going to try on her present, but:
John: Come here.
[She does. He puts his arms round her again; she snuggles her head on his shoulder and says softly:
Toby: Thank you. I’m sorry I was cross.
John: Do you hate me?