rather, none for my wife. I want you to forget all about this place, as though it had never existed; I want you to only remember your giving lessons as a nightmare which has passed and gone. I want you to take a position in the world, to go into society———
Lucy.But, Harold———
Harold.To entertain, receive, lead———
Lucy.But I could never lead. I detest receiving. I hate entertaining———
Harold.Except me.
Lucy.I often wonder if I do. You are so clever and I———
Harold.Such a goose. Whatever put such ideas into your head? Why, you are actually crying.
Lucy.I am not.
Harold. Then what is that?[Puts his finger against her cheek.]What is that little sparkling drop?
Lucy.It must be a tear of joy, then.
Harold. Which shall be used to christen the book!
Lucy. Oh, don t there, you have left a mark.
Harold.It is your fault. My finger wouldn't have done it by itself. Are you going to be silly any more?
Lucy.No, I am not.
Harold.And you are going to love me, believe in me, and trust me?
Lucy.I do all three—implicitly
Harold.[He kisses her.]The seal of the trinity.[Looks at his watch.]By Jove, I must be going.
Lucy. So soon?
Harold. Rather; I have to dine in Berkeley Square at eight o'clock, at Sir Humphrey Mockton's. You would like their house, it's a beauty, a seventeenth or eighteenth century one, with such
