Mrs. Crombie (up R.C.). Not at all, we didn't expect to be met at all. It's such a little way. Well, Bobbie, have you been writing any more successes?
Bobbie (laughing). I think I've done one or two bad enough to be good.
Faith. Oh, mother, isn't he cynical?
Mrs. Dermott (C.). He always talks like that. Fancy, he says his Rose song is bad. Fancy that wonderful Rose song. I'm always humming it. (Hums few notes of "The Rosary," Bobbie attempting to stop her.) Well, I forget it now, but I love it.
Faith (down R.). I love it too.
Bobbie (down L.). Do you really?
Faith. Of course. (Moves to piano.)
Mrs. Dermott. Now then, shall we all go out into the garden? Oliver and Vangy are somewhere about. We always sit under the big cedar in the afternoons. It's so beautifully shady.
Mrs. Crombie (walking towards door with Mrs. Dermott). I envy you your garden so much, Mrs. Dermott. I have about two rose bushes and a tennis net. Faith insists on that.
Mrs. Dermott. You're lucky even to have a small garden in London.