II-- A SNOW- WOMAN
... Scene The courtyard of the same old country manor-house. A starlit night in July. Sir Robert, aged twenty-five, bare-headed and in Cavalry mess-uniform, kicking his heels impatiently by the sun-dial. Sir Robert [savagely knocking the ash from his cigar). How many more hours must I kick my heels round this beastly old sun-dial, I wonder? They must have finished dinner ages ago. She vowed to be ...