Faith (eagerly). What is it?
Bobbie. A song.
Faith (without enthusiasm). Oh.
Bobbie. Shall I play it?
Faith (moves to R. of table.) Yes, do.
(Enter Joyce downstairs.)
Bobbie. Damn.
Joyce. Hullo, Faith, how are you? (They kiss.) Come and play a single with me.
Bobbie (at piano). Oh, do go away, Joyce. I'm just going to play her a song—her song.
Faith. My song? (Sits R. of table.)