Harold. Then on that condition only—There! take it gently. [Lucy snatches it, and cuts the string.] I thought you never cut string?
Lucy. There is never a never that hasn't an exception.
Harold. Not a woman's, certainly.
Lucy. Oh! how nice it looks! And to think that it is yours, really and truly yours. “Grace: a Sketch. By Harold Sekbourne.” It's delicious! [Holding the book, dances round the room.]
Harold. I shall begin to be jealous. You will soon be more in love with my book than you are with me.
Lucy. And why shouldn't I be? Haven't you always said that a man's work is the best part of him?
Harold. If my silly sayings are to be brought up in evidence against me like this, I shall——
Lucy. You shall what?
Harold. Take the book back.
Lucy. Oh, will you? I should like to see you do it. [Holds it behind her.] You have got to get it first.