James. Ah!
Rosamund. But still, I have a premonition he may come.
James [assuming a pugnacious pose]. If he does, I will attend to him.
Rosamund. Gerald was a terrible fighter. [A resounding knock is heard at the door. Both start violently, and look at each other in silence. Rosamund goes to the door and opens it.]
Rosamund [with an unsteady laugh of relief]. Only the postman with a letter. [She returns to her seat.] No, I don't expect he will come, really. [Puts letter idly on table. Another knock still louder. Renewed start.]
Rosamund. Now that is he, I'm positive. He always knocked like that. Just fancy. After four years! Jim, just take the chair behind that screen for a bit. I must hide you.
James. No, thanks! The screen dodge is a trifle too frayed at the edges.
Rosamund. Only for a minute. It would be such fun.
James. No, thanks. [Another knock.]
Rosamund [with forced sweetness]. Oh, very well, then....