JACK. Not I, more's the pity. We've two members in the Mutual Improvement League at our Sunday School who can read Plato in the original. I wish I could.
FLORENCE. Do you? I'll put it back (replacing book). You'll have no use for Plato in a minute.
JACK. Why not, Miss Florence?
(Florence laughs and exit, leaving him looking after her. Elsie comes forward and puls her hands over his eyes.)
JACK. It's Elsie.
ELSIE. Yes. It's Elsie. (Facing him.) Aren't you going to kiss me, Jack?
JACK. In your father's house?
ELSIE. It's as good as any other place.
JACK. No, it isn't. Not till I have asked his leave.
ELSIE. You've kissed me in the fields.