Cecil. I don't see that—if they're true. You are pretty and your eyes are soft and your cheeks—why, they're flushing at this moment! [Triumphant.] Why shouldn't I say it?
Evelyn. Please!... [She stops, and her eyes fill with tears.]
Cecil [much concerned]. Miss Rivers, what's the matter? Why, I believe you're crying!
Evelyn [sniffing suspiciously]. I'm ... not.
Cecil. You are, I can see the tears. Have I said anything to hurt you? What is it? Tell me. [Much concerned.]
Evelyn [recovering herself by an effort]. It's nothing, nothing really. I'm all right now. Only you won't say things to me like that again, will you? Promise. [Taking out handkerchief.]
Cecil. I promise ... if you really wish it. And now dry your eyes and let's be good children. That's what my nurse used to say when my sister and I quarreled. Shall I dry them for you? [Takes her handkerchief and does so tenderly.]
Evelyn [with a gulp]. Thank you. [Takes away handkerchief.] How absurd you are! [Puts it away.]
Cecil. Thank you!
[Evelyn moves down, sitting at bottom of bank, a little below him.]