Evelyn. Isn't it?
Cecil. No! To sit in a frowsy office adding up figures when the sky's blue and the weather's heavenly, that's wasting time. The only real way in which one can waste time is not to enjoy it, to spend one's day blinking at a ledger and never notice how beautiful the world is, and how good it is to be alive. To be only making money when one might be making love, that is wasting time!
Evelyn. How earnestly you say that!
[Cecil leans forward—close to her.]
Cecil. Isn't it true?
Evelyn [troubled]. Perhaps it is. [Looks away from him.]
Cecil. You know it is. Every one knows it. Only people won't admit it. [Leaning towards her and looking into her eyes.] You know it at this moment.
Evelyn [returning his gaze slowly]. I think I do.
[For a long moment they look into each other's eyes. Then he takes her two hands, draws her slowly towards him and kisses her gently on the lips.]
Cecil. Ah! [Sigh of satisfaction. He releases her hands and leans back against the tree again.]