Faith (quickly). I'm not callous and cruel.
Bobbie. Oh yes, you are, and you've made me determine one thing, and that is that henceforth I honestly mean to cut women out of my life for ever. (A move from Faith.) I know it's a hackneyed thing to say, but I mean it. I ought to have taken a lesson from other fellows' experiences, but of course I didn't.
Faith. I think you're very silly and childish to be so bitter.
Bobbie. Bitter! (Laughs satirically.) What else could I be? The one girl whom I cared for and trusted has gaily thrown me over the first moment she hears that I am not going to have as much money as she thought. I'm losing my temper now, and I'm glad of it. I shall probably repent every word I say afterwards, but that won't stop me telling you exactly what I think of you. I don't suppose you've ever been in love at all—except to the extent of having signed photographs of Owen Nares and Henry Ainley stuck all over your bedroom, but when you do, I hope you get it really badly, you deserve to be absolutely utterly wretched, as wretched as you've made me, and I hope when you do marry that you get a rotten old Scotch marmalade maker who says "Hoots!" and spills haggis all down his waistcoat.
Faith (bursting into tears). Oh, Bobbie, how dare you....
(goes to her and goes down on his knees)
Bobbie. Oh, Faith darling, forgive me, I didn't mean a word of it—I swear I didn't....
Faith (they both rise). Whether you meant it or not I hate you. (Pushes him away.) You're blatant and beastly, and I never wish to see you again. (She walks upstairs and pauses.) I shall have breakfast in my room. (Exit.)
(Bobbie stamps out and collides with Sylvia, who is coming in with
a bunch of freshly picked flowers.)
Bobbie. Why can't you look where you're going?