Mabel.
I was wondering if you'd made that up on the spur of the moment, or if you'd fished it out of an old note-book.
Hilda.
[With a look at Basil.] May I go out?
Basil.
Yes, do come.
[Hilda and Basil step out on the balcony,
whereupon John goes to Mabel and tries
to steal a kiss from her.
Mabel.
[Springing up.] Go away, you horror!
John.