Lucy. (to Cook) Thank goodness! That would have been a nice thing, wouldn't it?
Car. (to Lucy) Will you wear this? It's only syringa, but it looks like orange blossom. (Lucy and Thorsby exchange glances) I picked it for you this morning.
Lucy. (fixing it) You have been kind to me, and I've no means of thanking you. Will you stoop down and let me kiss you? (Cook does so) I'm afraid that's all I can do.
Car. I'm quite repaid. I fancy Mr. Thorsby agrees with me. (Lucy crosses up to window)
Thor. (goes up R. a little; takes Lucy's coat with him) Good-bye! May I add my thanks also?
Car. Not at all. Good-bye.
Lucy. (crosses down again to Cook) It isn't good-bye—we're coming back as soon as it's over; and we mean to tell everything to everybody. So we shall see you again.
Car. One never knows what may happen. I think we'll make it good-bye. (puts hand on Lucy's shoulder) Now, go along and get married, and live happy ever after, as they do in the fairy tales. (Thorsby goes out of the window; Lucy follows, but turns and kisses her hand. They go)
(Cook follows them to the verandah, and throws shoe as she returns for tray. Dorvaston enters from O. P. door.)
Dor. Hulloa! Good-morning!