LUCY _follows her. She
has gained lately perhaps a little of the joy which was lacking and at
least she brings now into this room a breath of very wholesome
womanhood._
LUCY. It's very good of you to let me come; I'm not going to keep you more
than three minutes.
TREBELL. Sit down.
_Only women unused to busy men would call him rude._
LUCY. What I want to say is ... don't mind my being engaged to Walter. It
shan't interfere with his work for you. If you want a proof that it shan't
... it was I got Aunt Julia to ask you to take him.... Though he didn't know
... so don't tell him that.
TREBELL. You weren't engaged then.
LUCY. I ... thought that we might be.
TREBELL. [_With cynical humour._] Which I'm not to tell him either?
LUCY. Oh, that wouldn't matter.
TREBELL. [_With decision._] I'll make sure you don't interfere.
LUCY. [_Deliberately ... not to be treated as a child._] You couldn't, you
know, if I wanted to.
TREBELL. Why, is Walter a fool?
LUCY. He's very fond of me, if that's what you mean?
TREBELL _looks at her for the first time and changes his tone a
little._
TREBELL. If it was what I meant ... I'm disposed to withdraw the suggestion.
LUCY. And, because I'm fond of his work as well, I shan't therefore ask him
to tell me things ... secrets.
TREBELL. [_Reverting to his humour._] It'll be when you're a year or two
married that danger may occur .
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