Clara
Ten for cruelty.
[They start to dance. Helen moves over to the mantelpiece for a cigarette.]
Helen
Have you a match, Nicky?
Nicky
Isn’t this a marvelous tune?
Helen
Fascinating! [She goes over and sits next to him. Gently slipping her hand into his coat pocket.] Darling, I do want a match. [She brings out a little box.] What a divine little box!
[Nicky stops playing and jumps up.]