Lucy. No!
Thor. Oh!
Lucy. At least—whatever you wish to convey to me must be done in dumb show.
Thor. I see. (he kisses her)
Lucy. Mind my hat. (looks off) When we have been married a few years you'll realize that my hats must be treated very respectfully.
Thor. I suppose the household is still in bed?
Lucy. Yes. (crosses to settle and sits on R. end) I crept downstairs feeling like a burglar. I had one awful moment—I stumbled over Auntie's shoes—they were outside her door.
Thor. My dearest—that was rather careless. (leans on post)
Lucy. Careless! Auntie's shoes aren't easy to avoid in a narrow passage. It was all right. Uncle and Aunty were still asleep—I could hear them——
Thor. And Captain Dorvaston?