[She takes his hand, and puts it to her cheek.]
DICK. Peachey—I say, Peachey d' you think there 's—I mean d' you think there'll ever be any chance for me?
MISS BEECH. I thought that was coming! I don't approve of your making love at your time of life; don't you think I 'm going to encourage you.
DICK. But I shall be of age in a year; my money's my own, it's not as if I had to ask any one's leave; and I mean, I do know my own mind.
MISS BEECH. Of course you do. Nobody else would at your age, but you do.
DICK. I would n't ask her to promise, it would n't be fair when she 's so young, but I do want her to know that I shall never change.
MISS BEECH. And suppose—only suppose—she's fond of you, and says she'll never change.
DICK. Oh! Peachey! D' you think there's a chance of that—do you?
MISS BEECH. A-h-h!
DICK. I wouldn't let her bind herself, I swear I wouldn't. [Solemnly.] I'm not such a selfish brute as you seem to think.