Cecil. Why not—if she is stupid? Most parents are stupid, by the way. I've noticed it before. Mrs. Rivers ought to have thought of the roses earlier. The morning is the proper time to gather roses. Didn't you tell her that?
Evelyn. I'm afraid I couldn't very well. You see it was really I who ought to have thought of the roses! I always do them. But this morning I forgot.
Cecil. I see. [Turning towards the tree.] Well, sit down now you are here. Isn't it a glorious day?
Evelyn [hesitating]. I don't believe I ought to sit down.
Cecil [turns to her]. Why not? There's no particular virtue about standing, is there? I hate standing. So let's sit down and be comfortable.
[She sits, so does he. She sits on bank under tree, left of it. He sits below bank to right of tree.]
Evelyn. But ought I to be sitting here with you? That's what I mean. It's—not as if I really knew you, is it?
Cecil. Not know me? [The chatter of birds dies away.]
Evelyn. Not properly—we've never even been introduced. We just met quite by chance here in the wood.
Cecil. Yes. [Ecstatically.] What a glorious chance!