REGINALD (_sentimentally_): Time won’t lie heavy on my hands while I have you to nurse me, Miss Ravenshawe. ANGELINA (_giggling_): Neither will it on mine. REGINALD: I feel as if I had known you for ages. So I have. I have seen you passing in your car. How lovely you looked! Unfortunately, I am a poor man, Angelina. May I call you Angelina? ANGELINA: If you’ll let me call you Reginald. REGINALD: It has been the dream of my life to hear those lovely lips pronounce that name. (_With deep feeling_): No woman has called me Reginald since――since the last scandal. (_He breaks down once more._) ANGELINA (_simply_): Well, you’ll hear it a good deal from this on. REGINALD: I once heard it in a dream.... ANGELINA (_wisely changing the subject_): What do you think of Maud? REGINALD (_unguardedly_): I think she’s very beautiful. ANGELINA (_exhibiting unmistakable signs of jealousy_): Well, I don’t, so there. REGINALD: Don’t you? ANGELINA: No: and she’s not an heiress. REGINALD (_significantly_): Would that some one else were not. ANGELINA (_fluttered_): Balmer, do you mean――――? REGINALD (_hastily_): No, no: I mean nothing. I am going to sleep, I think. (_Closes his eyes._) ANGELINA (_rising in distraction_): Oh, he loves her. I see it all now. The way he looked at her. And he said he thought she was beautiful. What shall I do? I will call mamma and tell her everything. No, I won’t, though. That isn’t the way. I will never return an unrequited affection. I’ll show Reginald I don’t care. I’ll be nice to Captain De Lancy. That will show him. (_Re-enter_ CAPTAIN DE LANCY.) ANGELINA: So you’ve rolled round already! You _are_ quick! CAPTAIN DE LANCY: I’ve forgotten my umbrella――what? Ah, here it is. ANGELINA: He’s asleep. Don’t make such a row. CAPTAIN DE LANCY (_amorously_): _I_ don’t want to wake him. I’d let him sleep there all day, if it gave me a chance of talking to you. ANGELINA (_coyly_): Oh, Victor! May I call you Victor? CAPTAIN DE LANCY: Certainly. You may call me Vic, if you like. (_Consults watch again._) Well, I must be going. Good-bye. ANGELINA: I’ll come to the door with you. (_Exeunt together._) REGINALD (_opening his eyes, and fixing the audience gloomily_): They thought I was asleep, but I heard all. And better a thousand times that it should be so. Who am I to claim that pure, unstained flower of maidenhood? I who behaved disreputably at Monte Carlo, and was kicked out of the hotel for getting drunk before lunch.... Never――never.... I may be poor, but I am proud. I may have behaved like an ass, but my honour has never been tarnished.