Mrs. Averidge (looking out of the window). Oh—trees, I think.
Alan. What! on the table! (He escapes, and joins Viola.) Is that the moon outside, Mrs. Travers?
Viola (gazing at it intensely). I think it is.
Alan. Shall we go and see?
[They move out on to the terrace.
Muriel (sitting next to Mrs. Averidge). Isn't Alan Roy a little dear?
Mrs. Averidge (spitefully). So your sister seems to think. I had no idea she was so fond of children.
Muriel. He has such pretty ways! That new shade of blue is very fashionable, Mrs. Averidge. But it's a little trying to you, do you know? You don't mind my saying so, do you? [Amenities continue.
Mr. Averidge. It's perfectly amazing! That boy knows everything. He talks politics——
Claude. He's a staunch Tory!