Lucy. I suppose she must be. At the hotel when we first met her she turned everybody’s head. Sir Humphrey was smitten on the spot, and as for Ned, well, he behaved disgracefully. I wish you weren’t going, Tom!
Tom. Do you?
Lucy. I should like to see what impression she’d make upon you. I don’t believe you could admire anybody.
Tom. Am I so hard to please?
Lucy. A regular old cynic!
Tom. And what’s a cynic? A poor devil, who’s fool enough to put into words the harshness wise men put into their deeds, and fool enough to put into deeds the kindness wise men put into their words. Your cynic is the softest of mankind, and as a rule he’s been in love before he was a cynic. (crosses to L.)
Lucy. (crosses to R.) Surely you haven’t?
Tom. I’ve been most things, Lucy.
Lucy. Except a husband. (laughing)
Tom. I’ve been that.