Yes? Of course, what is it?
Robert.
(Shyly.) I say, I—won’t you—(he takes out his jack knife and cuts off a button, offering it to her) I say, won’t you, won’t you wear it, just to bring me luck?
Loveday.
(Hesitates.) Oh—I—
Robert.
Of course I don’t mean—to—to bother you in any way. I mean it only in—in friendship! Just to bring me luck. Do! There’s nothing in it—nothing silly—like what they said.
Loveday.
(Smiling, very charmingly.) Shall I sew it on again for you?