Harold. I'll write the dedication.
Lucy. What do you mean?
Harold. You shall see. Pen and ink for the author! A new pen and virgin ink!
Lucy. Your Authorship has but to command to be obeyed.
Harold. [Sitting down, writes.] It is printed in all the other copies, but this one I have had bound specially for you, with a blank sheet where the dedication comes, so that in your copy, and yours alone, I can write it myself. There.
Lucy. [Looks over his shoulder and reads.] “To my Lady Luce.” Oh, Harold, you have dedicated it to me!
Harold. Who else could I dedicate it to? although 'tis—
"Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that now
It may immortal be."
Lucy. It is good of you.
Harold. [Writes again.] “Harold Sekbourne”—what's to-day?—oh, yes, “3rd November, 1863.”