Harold. And what are you going to give me for it?
Lucy. Isn't it a presentation copy?
Harold. It is the very first to leave the printer's.
Lucy. Then you ought not to want any payment.
Harold. I do though, all the same. Come—no payment, no book.
Lucy. There, there, there!
Harold. And there.
Lucy. Oh! don't! You'll stifle me. And is this for me; may I really keep it?
Harold. Of course you may; I brought it expressly for you.
Lucy. How nice of you! And you'll write my name in it?