[Miles places a chair in front of Joan, and sits down on it.
Miles. [Untying the parcel.] I’ve been so bold as to bring you a little keepsake from my place in town, Missy.
Joan. How kind you are, Mister Miles.
Miles. You’ll be able to fancy yourself in Bond Street when you see it, Miss Clara.
Joan. Now, you do excite me, Mister Hooper.
Miles. [Opening the box and taking out a handsome spray of bright artificial flowers.] There, what do you say to that, Miss? And we can do you the same in all the leading tints.
Joan. O, ’tis wonderful modish. I declare I never did see anything to beat it up in town.
Miles. Now I thought as much. I flatter myself that we can hold our own with the best of them in Painswick High Street.
Joan. I seem to smell the very scent of the blossoms, Mister Hooper.
[She puts out her hand shyly and takes the spray from Miles, pretending to smell it.