DICK. [Seizing her hand.] Oh, Joy! Can't you——
JOY. [Drawing the hand away.] Oh! don't.
DICK. [Bending his head.] It's—it's—so——
JOY. [Quietly.] Don't, Dick!
DICK. But I can't help it! It's too much for me, Joy, I must tell you——
[MRS. GWYN is seen approaching towards the house.]
JOY. [Spinning round.] It's Mother—oh, Mother!
[She rushes at her.]
[MRS. GWYN is a handsome creature of thirty-six, dressed in a
muslin frock. She twists her daughter round, and kisses her.]
MRS. GWYN. How sweet you look with your hair up, Joy! Who 's this?
[Glancing with a smile at DICK.]
JOY. Dick Merton—in my letters you know.