CLARA. I shall be seeing him alone this morning. I will try again.
LUKE. And keep to plain gold and diamonds for presents. Those fallal things (touching her bracelet) are no good. Don’t fetch ten per cent, of their value.
DEB. (Part of the conversation between herself and Guss. Abstractedly, her attention being fixed on Luke and Clara.) Ha, ha! that was very funny.
(Guss. r. with Deb. looks at her in amazement.)
LUKE. (Down r.) There’s that milkmaid watching us—don’t look around, answer as though I had been proposing to you—that will account for our talking together. (In a louder but still undertone.) Is there no hope for me?
CLARA. (Down r.—smiling.) None, Luke—please don’t refer to the subject again. I like you—respect you—will be a sister to you—but love—
LUKE. (Grinning.) Yes, it’s that Rollitt that you love. (Deb., followed by Guss., has moved away to window.)
CLARA. Mr. Cranbourne, you have no right—
LUKE. (Who has been watching Deb.) Chuck it up, it’s all right, she’s gone to the window.
CLARA. I don’t suppose we’ve deceived her very much, she’s a sharp little minx. Get these men away.