COLONEL. 'We'll soon rout her out of bed.' ALICE. 'Robert! You forget that she has locked the door.' COLONEL. 'Sulky little darling. I daresay she is crying her eyes out for you already. But if she doesn't open that door pretty smartly I'll force it.' ALICE. 'You wouldn't do that?' COLONEL. 'Wouldn't I? Oh yes, I would.' Thus Alice has another problem to meet when Steve returns from his successful quest for a cab. 'Thank you, Steve, you will excuse us running off, I know. Alice is all nerves to-night. Come along, dear.' ALICE, signing to the puzzled Steve that he must somehow get the lady out of the house at once, 'There is no such dreadful hurry, is there?' She is suddenly interested in some photographs on the wall. 'Are you in this group, Steve?' STEVE. 'Yes, it is an old school eleven.' ALICE. 'Let us see if we can pick Steve out, Robert.' COLONEL. 'Here he is, the one with the ball.' ALICE. 'Oh no, that can't be Steve, surely. Isn't this one more like him? Come over here under the light.' Steve has his moment at the door, but it is evident from his face that the hidden one scorns his blandishments. So he signs to Alice. COLONEL. 'This is you, isn't it, Steve?' STEVE. 'Yes, the one with the ball.' COLONEL. 'I found you at once. Now, Alice, your cloak.' ALICE. 'I feel so comfy where I am. One does hate to leave a fire, doesn't one.' She hums gaily a snatch of a song. COLONEL. 'The woman doesn't know her own mind.' ALICE. 'You remember we danced to that once on my birthday at Simla.' She shows him how they danced at Simla. COLONEL, to Steve, who is indeed the more bewildered of the two, 'And