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On the Terrace.
Alan (to Viola). You have very wonderful eyes, Mrs. Travers, haven't you?
Viola. Have I?
Alan. You know you have. Do you believe in palmistry?
Viola. I think I do. Do you?
Alan. I don't know whether I believe in it, I like it.... Your line of life....
[Continues ad lib.
In the Drawing-room.
Albert. That boy is bewildering! He flits over every subject under the sun! Have a game of piquet, Averidge?