[He takes match-box out of another pocket and lights Helen’s cigarette. She looks at him queerly for a moment, then he restarts the gramophone and everyone begins to dance again except Helen and Bruce Fairlight. Helen goes over to the fireplace and takes a coffee-cup from the mantelpiece.]
Helen
Whose coffee is this? Some one drank mine, and I’d hardly touched it.
Bruce
If it had no sugar in it, it’s mine.
Helen
[Draining it]
It had no sugar in it.
Florence