Harold. To entertain, receive, lead——
Lucy. But I could never lead. I detest receiving. I hate entertaining——
Harold. Except me.
Lucy. I often wonder if I do. You are so clever and I——
Harold. Such a goose. Whatever put such ideas into your head? Why, you are actually crying.
Lucy. I am not.
Harold. Then what is that? [Puts his finger against her cheek.] What is that little sparkling drop?
Lucy. It must be a tear of joy, then.
Harold. Which shall be used to christen the book!
Lucy. Oh, don't—there, you have left a mark.