Harold. I have been admiring them all along, except when I was looking at you.
Lucy. Don't be silly.
Harold. They are charming. Sir Humphrey has some orchids just the same colours; you ought to see them; he has basketsful sent up every week from his place in Surrey.
Lucy. No wonder my poor little chrysanthemums didn't impress you.
Harold. What nonsense! I would give more for one little flower from you, than for the contents of all his conservatories.
Lucy. Then you shall have that for nothing.
Harold. Don't, it will destroy the bunch.
Lucy. What does that matter? they are all yours.
Harold. You do your best to spoil me.
Lucy. [Pins the flower into his button-hole.] Don't talk nonsense. There!