Lucy.Good-bye; when shall I see you again?
Harold.Not until Sunday, I am afraid; I am so busy just now. But I'll come round early, and, if fine, we'll go and lunch at Richmond, and have a good walk across the Park afterwards. Would you like it?
Lucy.Above all things, but—but don't spend all your money on me.
Harold.Bother the money! I am going to be rich. Good-bye till Sunday.
Lucy.Au revoir; and while you are dining in your grand house, with lots of grand people, I am going to enjoy a delightful evening here, not alone, as I shall have your book for company. Good-bye.
Six Months elapse between Scene I. and Scene II.
Scene II—The Scene and Persons are the same
Lucy is dressed as before; she is seated. Harold is in evening dress with a flower in his button-hole; he stands by the fireplace.
Harold.Well, all I have to say is, I think you are most unreasonable.
Lucy.You have no right to say that.
Harold.I have if I think it.
Lucy.Well, you have no right to think it.
Harold.My thoughts are not my own, I suppose?
Lucy.They are so different from what I should have expected you to have that I almost doubt it.
