BOBBY.  So has a man.  I’m awfully proud of being in love with you.

JANE.  That isn’t what I mean.

BOBBY.  What do you mean?

JANE (awkwardly).  Well—­well—­well, what it comes to is that you get refused by Sandy, and then you immediately come to me and expect me to jump at you.

BOBBY.  Suppose I had waited a year and then come to you, would that have been better?

JANE.  Of course it would.

BOBBY.  Well, really I can’t follow you, darling.

JANE (indignantly).  You mustn’t call me darling.

BOBBY.  Mustn’t call you what?

JANE (awkwardly).  Darling.

BOBBY.  Did I call you darling?

JANE (shortly).  Yes.

BOBBY (to himself).  “Darling.”  No, I suppose I mustn’t.  But it suits you so awfully well—­darling. (She stamps her foot) I’m sorry, darl——­ I mean Jane, but really I can’t follow you.  Because you’re so frightfully fascinating, that after twenty-four hours of it, I simply have to tell you how much I love you, then your pride is hurt.  But if you had been so frightfully unattractive that it took me a whole year to see anything in you at all, then apparently you’d have been awfully proud.

JANE.  You have known me a whole year, Bobby.

BOBBY.  Not really, you know.  Directly I saw you and Sandy together I knew I was in love with one of you, but—­well, love is a dashed rummy thing, and I thought it was Sandy.  And so I didn’t really see you till last night, when you were so awfully decent to me.

JANE (wistfully).  It sounds very well, but the trouble is that it will sound just as well to the next girl.

BOBBY.  What next girl?

JANE.  The one you propose to to-morrow.

BOBBY.  You know, Jane, when you talk like that I feel that you don’t deserve to be proposed to at all.

JANE (loftily).  I’m sure I don’t want to be.

BOBBY (coming closer).  Are you?

JANE.  Am I what?

BOBBY.  Quite sure.

JANE.  I should have thought it was pretty obvious seeing that I’ve just refused you.

BOBBY.  Have you?

JANE.  Have I what?

BOBBY.  Refused me.

JANE.  I thought I had.

BOBBY.  And would you be glad if I went away and never saw you again? 
(She hesitates) Honest, Jane.  Would you?

JANE (awkwardly).  Well, of course, I like you, Bobby.  I always have.

BOBBY.  But you feel that you would like me better if I were somebody else’s husband?

JANE (indignantly).  Oh, I never said that.

BOBBY.  Dash it, you’ve been saying it all this afternoon.

JANE (weakly).  Bobby, don’t; I can’t argue with you.  But really, dear, I can’t say now that I will marry you.  Oh, you must understand.  Oh, think what Sandy——­

BOBBY.  We won’t tell Sandy.