Cecil. Take it off then.
Evelyn. I think I will. [Does so.] That's better. [Leans back luxuriously against the trunk; puts her hat down on bank beside her.]
Cecil. Much better. [Looks at her with frank admiration.] By Jove, you do look jolly without your hat!
Evelyn. Do I?
Cecil. Yes. Your hair's such a jolly color. I noticed it the first time I saw you. You had your hat off then, you know. You were walking through the wood fanning yourself with it. And directly I caught sight of you the sun came out and simply flooded your hair with light. And there was the loveliest pink flush on your cheeks, and your eyes were soft and shining—
Evelyn [troubled]. Mr. Harburton, you mustn't say things to me like that.
Cecil. Mustn't I? Why not? Don't you like being told you look jolly?
Evelyn [naïvely]. I do like it, of course. But ought you...?
Cecil [groans]. Oh, it's that again.
Evelyn. I mean, it's not right for men to say those things to girls.