Dick. Nothing; I don't hope it any more, anyway! I say, Georgiana, you'll go around and see mother and father once in a while, won't you?
Georgiana. Of course I will—
Dick. It'll cheer them up a lot, you know—they feel so badly; it's pretty tough on them, my leaving.
Georgiana. I feel badly too—
Dick. That's jolly good of you.
Georgiana. And isn't it just a little tough to leave me? Your oldest friend almost, you know.
[She adds this latter to cover up the sentiment which was coming too near the surface.
Dick. Of course it is.
Georgiana. You haven't said so.
Dick. Still waters run deep, Georgy, and I—[He moves away.] really, I must be going.