seconds. Then it says, 'My Molly!' The nurse appears, starts, and is at once on the defensive. NURSE. 'Is it--Mrs. Grey?' ALICE hastily, 'Yes. Is my--child in there?' NURSE. 'Yes, ma'am.' COLONEL, ready to catch her if she falls, 'Alice, be calm.' ALICE, falteringly, 'May I go in, nurse?' NURSE, cold-heartedly, 'She's sleeping, ma'am, and I have made it a rule to let her wake up naturally. But I daresay it's a bad rule.' ALICE, her hands on her heart, 'I'm sure it's a good rule. I shan't wake her, nurse.' COLONEL, showing the stuff he is made of, 'Gad, _I_ will. It's the least she can do to let herself be wakened.' ALICE, admiring the effrontery of the man, 'Don't interfere, Robert.' COLONEL. 'Sleeping? Why, she cried just now.' NURSE. 'That is why I came out--to see who was making so much noise.' An implacable woman this, and yet when she is alone with Molly a very bundle of delight. 'I'm vexed when she cries--I daresay it's old-fashioned of me. Not being a yah-yah I'm at a disadvantage.' ALICE, swelling, 'After all, she is _my_ child.' COLONEL, firmly, 'Come along. Alice,' ALICE. 'I would prefer to go alone, dear.' COLONEL. 'All right. But break it to her that I'm kicking my heels outside.' Alice gets as far as the door. The nurse discharges a last duty. NURSE. 'You won't touch her, ma'am; she doesn't like to be touched by strangers.' ALICE. 'Strangers!' COLONEL. 'Really, nurse.'