[Sits down.
Alan (trying to recover the thread). About yourself—your eyes, for instance. Has anyone ever told you how annihilating they are?
Viola. I'm very glad you like them, Master Roy; but we really must go now, Dr. Roberts will be there to tea, and they will think it odd——
Alan (ironically). Oh, it would be terrible to miss Dr. Roberts—quite terrible!
[Follows her, thinking the expedition rather a failure. As he helps her into the dog-cart, she knocks her ankle very slightly.
Viola. Oh! Oh! I've broken my ankle! I shan't be able to walk home! It will all be found out! Oh, why did we do this!
[She begins to cry.
Alan (to himself). Why indeed! (To Viola.) Poor dear child, how absolutely dreadful! But, if Dr. Roberts is there it will be all right. He can set it.
Viola. Set it! How can you talk in that heartless way! Why did you make me come for this drive?
Alan (apologetically). I really thought you seemed as if you'd like to! Come, I can't allow you to cry.