Spread. What, was he abusing me then?
Jen. Oh, no; he was speaking of you in the highest terms.
Spread. (much taken aback). Then—you were abusing me!
Jen. N—no, not exactly that; I—I didn’t agree with all he said—(he is much depressed, she notices this) at least, not openly.
Spread. (hopefully). Then you did secretly?
Jen. I shan’t tell you.
Spread. Why?
Jen. Because it will make you dreadfully vain. There!
Spread. (delighted). Very—very dreadfully vain? (he takes her hand).
Jen. Very dreadfully vain indeed. Don’t! (Withdraws her hand. During this she is digging the hole, kneeling on the edge of the flower bed; he advances to her and kneels on edge of bed near her.)