My aunt! I suppose so. I havent seen her for a month.
BOBBY. I thought you were down staying with her.
MARGARET. Oh! was that what they told you?
BOBBY. Yes. Why? Werent you really?
MARGARET. No. Ive something to tell you. Sit down and lets be
comfortable.
_She sits on the edge of the table. He sits beside her, and puts his
arm wearily round her waist._
MARGARET. You neednt do that if you dont like, Bobby. Suppose we get
off duty for the day, just to see what it's like.
BOBBY. Off duty? What do you mean?
MARGARET. You know very well what I mean. Bobby: did you ever care
one little scrap for me in that sort of way? Dont funk answering:
_I_ dont care a bit for you--that way.
BOBBY. [removing his arm rather huffily] I beg your pardon, I'm
sure. I thought you did.
MARGARET. Well, did you? Come! Dont be mean. Ive owned up. You
can put it all on me if you like; but I dont believe you care any more
than I do.
BOBBY. You mean weve been shoved into it rather by the pars and mars.
MARGARET. Yes.
BOBBY. Well, it's not that I dont care for you: in fact, no girl can
ever be to me exactly what you are; but weve been brought up so much
together that it feels more like brother and sister than--well, than
the other thing, doesnt it?
MARGARET. Just so. How did you find out the difference?
BOBBY. [blushing] Oh, I say!
MARGARET. I found out from a Frenchman.
BOBBY.
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