Lucy. You have no right to say that.
Harold. I have if I think it.
Lucy. Well, you have no right to think it.
Harold. My thoughts are not my own, I suppose?
Lucy. They are so different from what I should have expected you to have that I almost doubt it.
Harold. Better say I have changed at once.
Lucy. And so you have.
Harold. Who is saying things one has no right to say now?
Lucy. I am only saying what I think.
Harold. Then if you want to have the right to your own thoughts, kindly let me have the right to mine. [Walks to the window.] I can't prevent people sending me invitations, can I?