[She sits down to play the piano till he comes.
Curtain.
II.
Six months later. Captain Furness's rooms, 11.30 p.m. Enter Furness and Diana.
Furness. There, dear, now we can have a nice little supper together. You do love me, don't you?
Diana. I suppose so. I love talking to you on the telephone, anyway. I can't think what we should have done in this play without the telephone.
Furness. And you will come away with me to-morrow?
Diana. Yes. (To the audience) Oh, I've only got eighteen months—— (To Furness) Excuse me, Philip, this is a soliloquy; would you mind not listening for a moment? (He turns away and prepares the supper.) Oh, I've only got eighteen months more, and I want to live! I want to talk on the telephone to people, and keep on changing my clothes, and recite—and—and—Philip! You don't mean to say those are marrons glacés you've got there?
Furness. Rather. Don't you like 'em?
Diana. How dare you? You know the doctors won't let me touch them.