Captain Thicknesse (to himself). Can't quite make this out, but I'm no end glad I came back!
[He follows quickly.
Undershell (entering). I hoped I should find her here. (He looks round.) Her mother's gone—that's something! I dare say Lady Maisie will come in presently. (He sits down and re-arranges his snowdrops.) It will be sweet to see her face light up when I offer her these as a symbol of the new and closer link between us! (He hears the sound of drapery behind him.) Ah, already! (Rising, and presenting his flowers with downcast eyes.) I—I have ventured to gather these—for you. (He raises his eyes.) Miss Spelwane!
Miss Spelwane (taking them graciously). How very sweet of you, Mr. Blair. Are they really for me?
"HOW VERY SWEET OF YOU, MR. BLAIR. ARE THEY REALLY FOR ME?"
Undershell (concealing his disappointment). Oh—er—yes. If you will give me the pleasure of accepting them.
Miss Spelwane. I feel immensely proud. I was so afraid you must have thought I was rather cross to you last night. I didn't mean to be. I was feeling a little overdone, that was all. But you have chosen a charming way of letting me see that I am forgiven. (To herself.) It's really too touching. He certainly is a great improvement on the other wretch!
Undershell (dolefully). I—I had no such intention, I assure you. (To himself.) I hope to goodness Lady Maisie won't come in before I can get rid of this girl. I seem fated to be misunderstood here!