Lucy. Oh! I expect Jack was asleep, too, not dreaming the hour of his emancipation was at hand. Poor old Jack! I wish he was coming with us.
Thor. Hum! Do you?
Lucy. I wish he could have given me away.
Thor. I—hardly share that feeling.
Lucy. You don't know him; he'd have done it in a minute if I'd asked him. I'd have told him all about it, only he's such a clumsy old duffer; he might have given me away in a different sense.
Thor. You seem to place great reliance on his affection for you.
Lucy. He has tons of affection for me—tons—but not love—at least, not the business article you and I deal in. (Thorsby goes to embrace her, she waves him off) By the way, Harry, (she is putting on her gloves) there are one or two points we have never properly settled.
Thor. What are they?
Lucy. I mean to be a clinking parson's wife.
Thor. Darling! (moves to her, she waves him off as before)