Cecil. I should think it did. And as it's all right I may kiss you again, mayn't I?
Evelyn [shyly]. If you like.
Cecil. You darling! [Takes her in his arms and kisses her long and tenderly.] Lean your head on my shoulder, you'll find it awfully comfortable. [He leans back against the tree.] [She does so.] There! Is that all right?
Evelyn. Quite. [Sigh of contentment.]
Cecil. How pretty your hair is! I always thought your hair lovely. And it's as soft as silk. I always knew it would be like silk. [Strokes it.] Do you like me to stroke your hair?
Evelyn. Yes!
Cecil. Sensible girl! [Pause; he laughs happily.] I say, what am I to call you? Do you know, I don't even know your Christian name yet?
Evelyn. Don't you?
Cecil. No. You've never told me. What is it? Mine's Cecil.
Evelyn. Mine's Evelyn.