Lucy. How can I speak to him?
Tom. Speak anyhow—the worse, the better! There are two sides to everything. Why, like those foolish knights, commit yourself to one? At least, have a look at both before you make your choice.
Re-enter Ned, L.
Ned. Quarter past six. The Dozeys not come yet?
Lucy. I don’t expect them before seven.
Ned. What a blessing!
Tom. You dine at seven? Then, I’ve no time to lose. I have a dress coat somewhere. I must look it up.
Ned. Can you get back in time?
Tom. I’ll take the short cut through the garden.
Ned. Don’t be long, (Exit Tom through window and off, R.; sits down at table; picks up sheet of paper) there’s a good fellow.