[He kisses her.
John.
Now come and sit down quietly.
Mabel.
[Sitting down by his side.] John, you mustn't make love to me. It would look so odd if they came in.
John.
After all, I am your husband.
Mabel.
That's just it. If you wanted to make love to me you ought to have married somebody else. [He puts his arm round her waist.] John, don't, I'm sure they'll come in.
John.