EVELYN [_returning his gaze slowly_]. I think I do. [_For a long moment they look into each other's eyes. Then he takes her two hands, draws her slowly towards him and kisses her gently on the lips._] CECIL. Ah! [_Sigh of satisfaction. He releases her hands and leans back against the tree again._] EVELYN [_sadly_]. Oh, Mr. Harburton, you _oughtn't_ to have done that! CECIL. Why not? EVELYN. Because.... [_Hesitates._] Because you _oughtn't_.... Because men _oughtn't_ to kiss girls. CECIL [_scandalized_]. Oughtn't to kiss girls! What nonsense! What on earth were girls made for if not to be kissed? EVELYN. I mean they _oughtn't_ ... unless.... [_Looking away._] CECIL [_puzzled_]. Unless? EVELYN [_looking down_]. Unless they _love_ them. CECIL [_relieved_]. But I _do_ love you. Of course I love you. That's why I kissed you. [_A thrush is heard calling in the distance._] EVELYN. Really? [_Cecil nods. Evelyn sighs contentedly._] That makes it all right then. CECIL. I should think it did. And as it's all right I may kiss you again, mayn't I? EVELYN [_shyly_]. If you like. CECIL. You darling! [_Takes her in his arms and kisses her long and tenderly._] Lean your head on my shoulder, you'll find it awfully comfortable. [_He leans back against the tree._] [_She does so._] There! Is that all right? EVELYN. Quite. [_Sigh of contentment._] CECIL. How pretty your hair is! I always thought your hair lovely. And it's as soft as silk. I always knew it would be like silk. [_Strokes it._] Do you like me to stroke your hair? EVELYN. Yes! CECIL. Sensible girl! [_Pause; he laughs happily._] I say, what am I to call you? Do you know, I don't even know your Christian name yet? EVELYN. Don't you? CECIL. No. You've never told me. What is it? Mine's Cecil. EVELYN. Mine's Evelyn. CECIL. Evelyn? Oh, I don't like Evelyn. It's rather a _stodgy_ sort of name. I think I shall call you Eve. Does any one else call you Eve? EVELYN. No. CECIL. Then I shall certainly call you Eve. After the first woman man ever loved. May I? EVELYN. If you like--Cecil. CECIL. That's settled then. [_He kisses her again. Pause of utter happiness, during which he settles her head more comfortably on his shoulder, and puts arm round her._] Isn't it heavenly to be in love? EVELYN. Heavenly! CECIL. There's nothing like it in the whole world! Say so. EVELYN. Love is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. CECIL. Good girl! There's a reward for saying it right. [_Kisses her._] [_Pause of complete happiness for both._] EVELYN [_meditatively_]. I'm afraid Reggie won't be pleased. [_The chatter of sparrows is heard._] CECIL [_indifferently_]. Won't he? EVELYN [_shakes her head_]. No. You see, Reggie's in love with me too. He always has been in love with me, for years and years. [_Sighs._] Poor Reggie! CECIL. On the contrary. Happy Reggie! EVELYN [_astonished_]. What _do_ you mean?