Lucy. I’ll do my best, Dilly; and I won’t be gone long.
Fred. There’s a beautiful breeze on the lake.
Lucy. I’m all ready. Good-by, Dilly.
Dilly. Lucy, one moment.
Lucy. Certainly. (To Fred.) Will you excuse me?
Fred. Oh, don’t mind me! I’ll stroll down the path and wait. (Exit, C.)
Dilly. Lucy, that man loves you.
Lucy. I know it.
Dilly. You know it? He has spoken then.