Stuart (coming very close to Agnes). And if I should so far forget myself as to try and—well, behave as lovers generally do?
Agnes (retreating). Oh, Mrs. Van Tromp is quite safe from that.
[Slips past Stuart and crosses to l.
Stuart (aside). Don’t be too sure of that.
Agnes. Well, begin.
Stuart (crossing to chair c.). Now that’s no way to give a lover an opening. I want this to have verisimilitude. In real life you don’t as good as say to the man (sits very much on the edge of chair c.) sitting on the edge of his chair, ‘Please begin.’ Do let’s make it realistic.
Agnes (laughing). Even to the mitten? Very well. (Imitating society manner.) I didn’t see you at Mrs. Grainger’s rosecotillion Tuesday, Mr. Stuart.
Charlie (without). Ah! My angel, we meet.
Agnes (seizing Stuart’s hand). Quick! Come!
[Drags him over to bay window, where she conceals both with curtain.