BOBBY. [reddening] I'm not a cad, Meg.
MARGARET. [coming to the table] Then do something nice to prevent
us feeling mean about this afterwards. Youd better kiss me. You
neednt ever do it again.
BOBBY. If I'm no good, I dont see what fun it would be for you.
MARGARET. Oh, it'd be no fun. If I wanted what you call fun, I
should ask the Frenchman to kiss me--or Juggins.
BOBBY. [rising and retreating to the hearth] Oh, dont be
disgusting, Meg. Dont be low.
MARGARET. [determinedly, preparing to use force] Now, I'll make
you kiss me, just to punish you. [She seizes his wrist; pulls him
off his balance; and gets her arm round his neck].
BOBBY. No. Stop. Leave go, will you.
_Juggins appears at the door._
JUGGINS. Miss Delaney, Sir. [Dora comes in. Juggins goes out.
Margaret hastily releases Bobby, and goes to the other side of the
room.]
DORA. [through the door, to the departing Juggins] Well, you are a
Juggins to shew me up when theres company. [To Margaret and Bobby]
It's all right, dear: all right, old man: I'll wait in Juggins's
pantry til youre disengaged.
MARGARET. Dont you know me?
DORA. [coming to the middle of the room and looking at her very
attentively] Why, it's never No. 406!
MARGARET. Yes it is.
DORA. Well, I should never have known you out of the uniform. How
did you get out? You were doing a month, wernt you?
MARGARET. My bloke paid the fine the day he got out himself.
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