GERVASE.  That’s very kind of you indeed.  I shall love to come.

MELISANDE.  More tea, Father?

MR. KNOWLE.  No, thank you, my love.

MELISANDE.  More tea, Mr. Mallory?

GERVASE.  No, thank you.

MR. KNOWLE (getting up).  I don’t want to hurry you, Mr. Mallory, but if you have really finished——­

GERVASE (getting up).  Right.

MRS. KNOWLE.  You won’t go without seeing the garden, Mr. Mallory?  Sandy, when your father has finished with Mr. Mallory, you must show him the garden.  We are very proud of our roses, Mr. Mallory.  Melisande takes a great interest in the roses.

GERVASE.  I should like very much to see the garden. (Going to her)
Shall I see you again, Mrs. Knowle. . . .  Don’t get up, please.

MRS. KNOWLE (getting up).  In case we don’t—­(she holds out her hand).

GERVASE (shaking it).  Good-bye.  And thank you so much.

MRS. KNOWLE.  Not good-bye. Au revoir.

GERVASE (smiling).  Thank you. (With a bow to JANE and BOBBY) Good-bye, in case——­

BOBBY.  Cheero.

JANE.  Good-bye, Mr. Mallory.

MR. KNOWLE.  Well, come along. (As they go out) It is curious how much time one has to spend in saying “How do you do” and “Good-bye.”  I once calculated that a man of seventy. . . .

    [MR. KNOWLE and GERVASE go out.

MRS. KNOWLE.  Jane, dear, would you mind coming with me to the drawing-room, and helping me to—­er——­

JANE (resigned).  Of course, Aunt Mary.

    [They go towards the door.

BOBBY (with his mouth full).  May I come too, Mrs. Knowle?

MELISANDE.  You haven’t finished your tea, Bobby.

BOBBY.  I shan’t be a moment. (He picks up his cup.)

MRS. KNOWLE.  Please come, dear Mr. Coote, when you have finished.

    [MRS. KNOWLE goes out.

(JANE turns at the door, sees that MELISANDE is not looking, and blows a hasty kiss to BOBBY.)

MELISANDE.  More tea, Bobby?

BOBBY.  No thanks.

MELISANDE.  Something more to eat?

BOBBY.  No thanks. (He gets up and walks towards the door.)

MELISANDE.  Bobby!

BOBBY (turning).  Yes?

MELISANDE.  There’s something I want to say to you.  Don’t go.

BOBBY.  Oh!  Righto. (He comes slowly back.)

MELISANDE (with difficulty, after a pause).  I made a mistake yesterday.

BOBBY (not understating).  A mistake?  Yesterday?

MELISANDE.  Yes. . . .  You were quite right.

BOBBY.  How do you mean?  When?

MELISANDE.  When you said that girls didn’t know their own minds.

BOBBY.  Oh! (With an awkward laugh) Yes.  Well—­er—­I don’t expect any of us do, really, you know.  I mean—­er—­that is to say——­

MELISANDE.  I’m sorry I said what I did say to you last night, Bobby.  I oughtn’t to have said all those things.