LUCY.
Will you open the window? It seems stifling here.
ALEC.
Certainly. [_From the window._] You can't think what a joy it is to look upon London for the last time. I'm so thankful to get away.
[LUCY _gives a little sob and_ ALEC _turns to the window. He wants to wound her and yet cannot bear to see her suffer._
ALEC.
To-morrow at this time I shall be well started. Oh, I long for that infinite surface of the clean and comfortable sea.
LUCY.
Are you very glad to go?
ALEC.
[_Turning to her._] I feel quite boyish at the very thought.
LUCY.
And is there no one you regret to leave?
ALEC.
You see, Dick is going to marry. When a man does that, his bachelor friends are wise to depart gracefully before he shows them that he needs their company no longer. I have no relations and few friends. I can't flatter myself that any one will be much distressed at my departure.
LUCY.
[_In a low voice._] You must have no heart at all.
ALEC.
[_Icily._] If I had, I certainly should not bring it to Portman Square.
That sentimental organ would be surely out of place in such a neighbourhood.
LUCY.
[_Gets up and goes to him._] Oh, why do you treat me as if we were strangers? How can you be so cruel?
ALEC.
[_Gravely._] Don't you think that flippancy is the best refuge from an uncomfortable position. We should really be much wiser merely to discuss the weather.
LUCY.
[_Insisting._] Are you angry because I came?
ALEC.
That would be ungracious on my part. Perhaps it wasn't quite necessary that we should meet again.
LUCY.
You've been acting all the time I've been here. D'you think I didn't see it was unreal when you talked with such cynical indifference. I know you well enough to tell when you're hiding your real self behind a mask.
ALEC.
If I'm doing that, the inference is obvious that I wish my real self to be hidden.
LUCY.
I would rather you cursed me than treat me with such cold politeness.
ALEC.
I'm afraid you're rather difficult to please.
[LUCY _goes up to him passionately, but he draws back so that she may not touch him_.
LUCY.
Oh, you're of iron. Alec, Alec, I couldn't let you go without seeing you once more. Even you would be satisfied if you knew what bitter anguish I've suffered. Even you would pity me. I don't want you to think too badly of me.
ALEC.
Does it much matter what I think? We shall be so many thousand miles apart.
LUCY.
I suppose that you utterly despise me.
ALEC.
No. I loved you far too much ever to do that. Believe me, I only wish you well. Now that the bitterness is past, I see that you did the only possible thing. I hope that you'll be very happy.
LUCY.
Oh, Alec, don't be utterly pitiless. Don't leave me without a single word of kindness.
ALEC.
Nothing is changed, Lucy. You sent me away on account of your brother's death.
[_There is a long silence, and when she speaks it is hesitatingly, as if the words were painful to utter._