The devil is in that door.
(A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.)
(sniffs his hair briskly) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like."