Thor. Yes.
Lucy. And we bike over to Ingledene Church—what time? Early of course?
Thor. I said nine.
Lucy. Very well. (rises) Now you'd better go. (he objects) They'll be coming out to breakfast.
Thor. (again advancing) Darling!
Lucy. (motions him off again) Back windows! (crosses up C. to house to see if they have been seen)
Thor. (turning towards her) I was going to say that I can't help regretting the way we are treating Captain Dorvaston.
Lucy. You mind your own business. (she crosses down R. and leans on rustic table) Captain Dorvaston is in my department.
Thor. I never fully understood how you came to be engaged. (crosses to her)
Lucy. Simple enough. My father was a colonel who did some rather big things on the Indian frontier, and in a dust up with one of the native Princes got himself into rather a tight corner. Jack Dorvaston—he was only a subaltern then—pulled him out of it, and in fact saved his life; so when the governor died a year or two later, he left a strong wish behind that the Captain should marry me.