Toby: Funny.
John: Just because you can slip out of your frock, like you did, as if I wasn’t there and come close into my arms when I ask you, without any fuss.
Toby (her face very close to him—her very low voice a lover’s): ’Course there isn’t any fuss—’cos I want to come close into your arms.
John: That’s the wonder of you.
[Suddenly she shifts her position; kneeling on the cushion she faces him; she shakes her hair with a throw of her head; there is a queer fierce laugh in her eyes—he catches it.
John: My dear, it’s such fun loving you.
Toby: Is it?
John: However much you’re loving me I can always see the fun of it dancing behind your eyes ... you’ve taught me that ... whatever happens I shall be eternally grateful.
Toby: What is going to happen?
John: I don’t know.... I don’t want anything to happen any more ever.... I want to sit here like this for ever and ever Amen.