Lucy. Yes, I will come. When do you go?
Harold. The end of next week, I expect; perhaps earlier if I can manage it. But I shall see you before then. We'll go and have dinner together at our favourite little restaurant. When shall it be! Let me see, I am engaged on—I can't quite remember what my engagements are.
Lucy. I have none.
Harold. Then that's settled. Good-bye, Luce; you don't mind very much, do you? The time will soon pass. You are a little brick to behave as you have done. [Going.] It will be Monday or Tuesday next for our dinner, but I will let you know. Good-bye.
Lucy. Good-bye.
Thirty Years elapse between Scene II. and Scene III.
Scene III—Lucy Rimmerton, Agnes Rimmerton (her niece)
A well-furnished comfortable room in Lucy Rimmerton's house. She is seated in front of the fire, in an easy-chair, reading. The door opens, without her noticing it, and Agnes comes in, closes the door gently, crosses the room, and bends over her.
Agnes. A happy New Year to you, Aunt Luce.
Lucy. What! Agnes, is that you? I never heard you come in. I really think I must be getting deaf.