Mrs. Crombie (as they go off). Yes, I suppose we are, you see...
(Exeunt to garden.)
Faith. Come on, Bobbie. (Coming C.)
Bobbie. No, stay here and talk to me. (Goes to her and takes her hand.)
Faith. Mother will only come back and fetch me.
Bobbie. No, she won't. They're both jawing quite happily. I have been so looking forward to to-day.
Faith. So have I.
Bobbie. I was terrified that you'd wire or something to say you couldn't come.
Faith. Silly Bobbie.
Bobbie. Do you realize it's a whole week since I've seen you. (Dropping her hand.) I've got something for you.