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