Harold [laughing a bit wildly]. I'm afraid I was a bit extravagant!
Anne. Here's the one! You wrote: "If all that I have, and all that I am, is too little to lay before you, how can these poor flowers be much?"
Harold. I wrote that? Very pretty—very. I'd forgotten I had any such knack at sentiments.
Anne. And then, right away, you sent me the ring.
Harold [jumps, startled out of his sardonic pose]. Ring! What ring?
Anne. My engagement ring. You really were very extravagant that time, Harold.
Harold [looking fearfully at her hands]. But I don't see.... You're not wearing...?
Anne. Not there—here, next to my heart. [She takes out a ring which hangs on a chain inside her frock and presses it to her lips. Looking at him deeply.] I adore sapphires, Harold.
[A new fear comes into Harold's eyes. He begins to humor her.]
Harold. Yes. Yes. Of course. Everyone likes sapphires, Anne. It is a beauty. Yes. [He comes very close to her, and speaks very gently, as if to a child.] You haven't shown your ring to any one, have you, Anne?