JANE (nodding). I'll say, "I'm afraid I must leave you now, and----" Sandy, how _can_ he be a prince?
MELISANDE. When you see him, Jane, you will say, "How can he not be a prince?"
JANE. But one has to leave princes backward. I mean--he won't expect--_you_ know----
MELISANDE. I don't think so. Besides, after all, you are my cousin.
JANE. Yes. I think I shall get that in; just to be on the safe side. "Well, cousin, I must leave you now, as I have to attend my aunt." And then a sort of--not exactly a curtsey, but--(she practises, murmuring the words to herself). I suppose you didn't happen to mention _me_ to him this morning?
JANE (hurt). I don't see why you shouldn't have. What did you talk about?
MELISANDE. I don't know. (She grips JANE'S arm suddenly) Jane, I didn't dream it all this morning, did I? It did happen? I saw him--he kissed me--he is coming for me--he----
(GERVASE comes in, an apparently ordinary young man in a loud golfing suit.)
MELISANDE (looking at him with growing amazement and horror). Oh!
(JANE looks from one to the other in bewilderment.)
GERVASE. I ought to explain. Mr. Knowle was kind enough to lend me some petrol last night; my car broke down; he was good enough to say I might come this afternoon and see his prints. I am hoping to be allowed to thank him again for his kindness last night. And--er--I've brought back the petrol.
MELISANDE (still with her eyes on him). My father will no doubt be here directly. This is my cousin, Miss Bagot.
JANE (nervously). How do you do? (After a pause) Well, I'm afraid I must leave you now, as----
MELISANDE (with her eyes still on GERVASE, putting out a hand and clutching at JANE). No!
MELISANDE. Don't go, Jane. Do sit down, won't you, Mr.--er----
MELISANDE. Where will you sit, Mr. Mallory? (She is still talking in an utterly expressionless voice.)
GERVASE. Thank you. Where are you---- (he indicates the sofa.)
MELISANDE (moving to it, but still holding JANE). Thank _you_.
(MELISANDE and JANE sit down together on the sofa. GERVASE sits on a chair near. There is an awkward silence.)
JANE (half getting up). Well, I'm afraid I must----
(MELISANDE pulls her down. She subsides.)
MELISANDE. Charming weather we are having, are we not, Mr. Mallory?