Herbert. Of course I'll send you some. I'll mail you a box as soon——
Minnie [with a protesting gesture]. Oh, I wouldn't have you go to that trouble for the world. Just two or three, in an envelope. They will do quite as well. [She leans forward again and gazes past him down the street. He does not draw back as he did before.] Why in the world don't they come? I shall have to talk to Hilda, severely.
Herbert. Oh, don't be hard on her. They're in—that is to say, they think a very great deal of each other, and no doubt——
Minnie. But it is so terribly late!
Herbert. I know, but it's very pleasant—such a night—much pleasanter than it is inside. And as for sleep, why one can sleep any night, while such a moon as that, up there, one can't see often.
Minnie [quickly]. I do believe you're sentimental. I'm not a bit, so we'll never get on.
Herbert [gazing into space]. I don't think two people ought to be alike—— [He catches himself, stares at the moon and whistles without whistling. Minnie regards him curiously from the end of her eye.]
Minnie [examining the cuff of one sleeve]. What do you mean by that?
Herbert [again floundering]. I—oh—ah—I was just thinking—— We had a lecture on some such subject in psychology the other day.
Minnie [with a little sigh]. Do you enjoy psychology?