_Jen._ Yes. I’m going to plant it just in front of the drawing-room window, so that I can see it whenever I look out. Will you help me? (_He prepares to do so; she puts it into the hole._) Is that quite straight? Hold it up, please, while I fill in the earth. (_He holds it while she fills in the earth; gradually his hand slips down till it touches hers._) It’s no use, Mr. Spreadbrow, our both holding it in the same place! (_He runs his hand up the stem quickly._) _Spread._ I beg your pardon--very foolish of me. _Jen._ Very. _Spread._ I’m very glad there will be something here to make you think of me when I’m many many thousand miles away, Jenny. For I shall be always thinking of _you_. _Jen._ Really, now that’s very nice! It will be so delightful, and so odd to know that there’s somebody thinking about me right on the other side of the world! _Spread._ (_sighing_). Yes. It _will_ be on the other side of the world! _Jen._ But that’s the delightful part of it--right on the other side of the world! It will be such fun! _Spread._ Fun! _Jen._ Of course, the farther you are away the funnier it will seem. (_He is approaching her again._) Now keep on the other side of the world. It’s just the distance that gives the point to it. There are dozens and dozens of people thinking of me close at hand. (_She rises._) _Spread._ (_taking her hand_). But not as I think of you, Jenny--dear, dear Jenny--not as I’ve thought of you for years and years, though I never dared tell you so till now. I can’t bear to think that anybody else is thinking of you kindly, earnestly, seriously, as I think of you. _Jen._ (_earnestly_). You may be quite sure, Harry, quite, quite sure that you will be the only one who is thinking of me kindly, seriously, and earnestly (_he is delighted_) in India. (_He relapses--she withdraws her hand._) _Spread._ And when this tree, that we have planted together, is a big tree, you must promise me that you will sit under it every day, and give a thought now and then to the old playfellow who gave it to you. _Jen._ A big tree! Oh, but this little plant will never live to be a big tree, surely? _Spread._ Yes, if you leave it alone, it grows very rapidly. _Jen._ Oh, but I’m not going to have a big tree right in front of the drawing-room window! It will spoil the view, it will be an eyesore. We had better plant it somewhere else. _Spread._ (_bitterly_). No, let it be, you can cut it down when it becomes an eyesore. It grows very rapidly, but it will, no doubt, have lost all interest in your eyes long before it becomes an eyesore. _Jen._ But Captain Dampier says that a big tree in front of a window checks the current of fresh air. _Spread._ Oh, if Captain Dampier says so, remove it. _Jen._ Now don’t be ridiculous about Captain Dampier; I’ve a very great respect for his opinion on such matters. _Spread._ I’m sure you have. You see a great deal of Captain Dampier, don’t you?