[Dick and joy dance.]
Dick. By Jove, Joy! You’ve done your hair up. I say, how jolly! You do look——
Joy. [Throwing her hands up to her hair.] I did n’t mean you to see!
Dick. [In a hurt voice.] Oh! didn’t you? I’m awfully sorry!
Joy. [Flashing round.] Oh, you old Peachey!
[She looks at the ground, and then again at Dick.]
Miss beech. [Sidling round the tree.] Oh! dear!
Joy. [Whispering.] She’s been letting out your worms. [Miss beech disappears from view.] Look!
Dick. [Quickly.] Hang the worms! Joy, promise me the second and fourth and sixth and eighth and tenth and supper, to-night. Promise! Do!
[Joy shakes her head.]
It’s not much to ask.
Joy. I won’t promise anything.
Dick. Why not?
Joy. Because Mother’s coming. I won’t make any arrangements.
Dick. [Tragically.] It’s our last night.
Joy. [Scornfully.] You don’t understand! [Dancing and clasping her hands.] Mother’s coming, Mother’s coming!
Dick. [Violently.] I wish——Promise, Joy!
Joy. [Looking over her shoulder.] Sly old thing!
If you’ll pay
Peachey out, I’ll promise you supper!
Miss beech. [From behind the tree.] I hear you.
Joy. [Whispering.] Pay her out, pay her out! She’s let out all your worms!
Dick. [Looking moodily at the paint pot.] I say, is it true that Maurice Lever’s coming with your mother? I’ve met him playing cricket, he’s rather a good sort.
Joy. [Flashing out.] I hate him.
Dick. [Troubled.] Do you? Why? I thought—I didn’t know—if I’d known of course, I’d have——
[He is going to say
“hated him too!” But the voices of Ernest
blunt and the colonel
are heard approaching, in dispute.]
Joy. Oh! Dick, hide me, I don’t want my hair seen till Mother comes.
[She springs into the
hollow tree. The colonel and Ernest
appear in the opening
of the wall.]
Ernest. The ball was out, Colonel.
Colonel. Nothing of the sort.
Ernest. A good foot out.
Colonel. It was not, sir. I saw the chalk fly.
[Ernest is twenty-eight,
with a little moustache, and the
positive cool voice
of a young man who knows that he knows
everything. He
is perfectly calm.]
Ernest. I was nearer to it than you.
Colonel. [In a high, hot voice.] I don’t care where you were, I hate a fellow who can’t keep cool.
Miss beech. [From behind the hollow tree.] Fie! Fie!