Bobbie. Yes, but promise you won't breathe a word to the others; of course you understand he couldn't show favouritism openly.
Faith. No—I see.
Bobbie. Now that I have told you everything, Faith darling, will you—will you marry me?
Faith. Yes, Bobbie—
Bobbie. Oh! (He kisses her.)
Faith. —if mother says I may.
Bobbie. Oh! (mastering slight irritation). But don't you think she will, now?
Faith. Yes, I think so.
Bobbie (sadly). I don't believe you love me a bit.
Faith (filled with reproach). Oh, Bobbie, how can you.