FAITH. I think you're very silly and childish to be so bitter.
BOBBIE. Bitter! (_Laughs satirically._) What else could I be? The one girl whom I cared for and trusted has gaily thrown me over the first moment she hears that I am not going to have as much money as she thought. I'm losing my temper now, and I'm glad of it. I shall probably repent every word I say afterwards, but that won't stop me telling you exactly what I think of you. I don't suppose you've ever been in love at all--except to the extent of having signed photographs of Owen Nares and Henry Ainley stuck all over your bedroom, but when you do, I hope you get it really badly, you deserve to be absolutely utterly wretched, as wretched as you've made me, and I hope when you do marry that you get a rotten old Scotch marmalade maker who says "Hoots!" and spills haggis all down his waistcoat.
FAITH (_bursting into tears_). Oh, Bobbie, how dare you....
(_goes to her and goes down on his knees_)
BOBBIE. Oh, Faith darling, forgive me, I didn't mean a word of it--I swear I didn't....
FAITH (_they both rise_). Whether you meant it or not I hate you. (_Pushes him away._) You're blatant and beastly, and I never wish to see you again. (_She walks upstairs and pauses._) I shall have breakfast in my room. (_Exit._)
(BOBBIE _stamps out and collides with_ SYLVIA, _who is coming in with a bunch of freshly picked flowers._)
BOBBIE. Why can't you look where you're going?
SYLVIA. Nice sweet-tempered little fellow. (_Moves to above table; puts roses in bowl. Takes "Daily Mirror" from window-seat, goes down to Chesterfield and reads it._)
(_Enter_ DANIEL _downstairs with bag. He comes very quietly and doesn't see_ SYLVIA. _He stumbles and_ SYLVIA _watches him._)
SYLVIA (_suddenly_). Excuse me! Have you been stealing any thing.
DANIEL (_putting down bag_). Damn! I didn't want any one to see me.
DANIEL(_coming_ R.C.). To the _Green Hart_. I couldn't face another meal like dinner last night.
SYLVIA. I know it was pretty awful, but you can't go out of the house like this. Mother'd be furious.
DANIEL. One more wouldn't matter--everybody else is. (_Coming_ L.C.)
DANIEL. I know, I was just going to except you; you've been charming, but really it was terrible. I can't stay. Oliver has such a lowering expression, and if Joyce gives me one more "dumb animal in pain" look, I shall scream.