[Colin and John come in.
Come in and sit down.
Margaret: If she asks any questions, don’t you answer!
Colin: What sort of questions?
Margaret: Don’t ask me.
Gwen: I wish somebody’d tell me what love is.
John (sotto voce, getting out of his wet coat, disappearing into his bedroom with it): A damned nuisance.
Colin: I’ll tell you.
Gwen (eagerly): I should like to know what you think.
[Thus challenged, Colin collects himself; he joins the group round the fire.