[Regarding her with sudden anxiety.] Do you think you can manage it? The lady isn’t here—this time.
Lydia.
But he’s here! And do you know, Richard, in spite of what Mamma has always taught me, I hardly think men are a bit braver than women!
Richard.
Oh, Lydia, you really think not!
Lydia.
[Teasing him.] Really, really, dear Richard! But, oh, look at that moon! Isn’t it a shame to worry about anything with that over our heads? Oh, Richard, I want to dance. If there were only music!
Richard.
[Falling into her mood.] Why not make it yourself? The spinnet is there—[Pointing within.] your papa’s wedding present—he thought you would like it the first night! Look, Lydia, how clear it stands in the moonlight!
Lydia.