By Fred M. Simpson 167
Lucy. Good-bye ; when shall I see you again ?
Harold. Not untilSunday, I am afraid ; I am so busy justnow.
But I'Il 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 rieh. Good-
bye tili Sunday.
Lucy. *Äu 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 Iiis button-hole } he Stands by the fireptace.
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.
Lucy. Good-bye ; when shall I see you again ?
Harold. Not untilSunday, I am afraid ; I am so busy justnow.
But I'Il 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 rieh. Good-
bye tili Sunday.
Lucy. *Äu 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 Iiis button-hole } he Stands by the fireptace.
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.