_Harold._ Oh! some little time. They are awfully keen to see my book. I am going to take--send them a copy. You see I must be civil to these people, they know such an awful lot of the right sort; and their recommendation of a book will have more weight than fifty advertisements. So good-bye. [_Takes his overcoat._] _Lucy._ Let me help you. But you are going without noticing my flowers. _Harold._ I have been admiring them all along, except when I was looking at you. _Lucy._ Don't be silly. _Harold._ They are charming. Sir Humphrey has some orchids just the same colours; you ought to see them; he has basketsful sent up every week from his place in Surrey. _Lucy._ No wonder my poor little chrysanthemums didn't impress you. _Harold._ What nonsense! I would give more for one little flower from you, than for the contents of all his conservatories. _Lucy._ Then you shall have that for nothing. _Harold._ Don't, it will destroy the bunch. _Lucy._ What does that matter? they are all yours. _Harold._ You do your best to spoil me. _Lucy._ [_Pins the flower into his button-hole._] Don't talk nonsense. There! _Harold._ What a swell you have made me look! _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. _Harold._ Better say I have changed at once. _Lucy._ And so you have. _Harold._ Who is saying things one has no right to say now? _Lucy._ I am only saying what I think. _Harold._ Then if you want to have the right to your own thoughts, kindly let me have the right to mine. [_Walks to the window._] I can't prevent people sending me invitations, can I? _Lucy._ You need not accept them. _Harold._ And make enemies right and left, I suppose? _Lucy._ I don't want you to do that, and I don't want either to prevent your enjoying yourself; but--but, I do want to see you occasionally. _Harold._ And so you do.