DICK. [_Tenderly, scarcely believing._] Do you care so much as that, Georgy?
GEORGIANA. [_Proudly._] Of course I care!
DICK. It's funny, isn't it--think how long we've known each other.
GEORGIANA. [_Still with a choke and a tear._] I don't see why it's funny.
DICK. What I mean is, we're sentimental beasts--we people.
GEORGIANA. Thank you, I don't care for the way you put it.
DICK. [_Takes a long breath._] Well, I wish you joy, Georgiana.
DICK. [_Laughing._] Oh, no, we aren't off for ten days yet. But I wanted to tell my old pal first.
GEORGIANA. That was good of you. And you'll come in often before you go, won't you, Dick?
[_Both go up to the window. He has meant to go, but she manoeuvres him to the big seat instead._
GEORGIANA. And anything I can do for you?
DICK. [_Sitting beside her._] Oh, I don't think there can be anything.
GEORGIANA. Oh, yes, there is always something women can do for men who go away to fight. They make things! Let me make something for you.
DICK. Can't think of anything. Got everything I want.
GEORGIANA. You're a lucky man to have everything you want--and going off to the Philippines with a jolly crowd of friends and glad you're going! I take back all my sympathy, and I wouldn't make you anything now if you asked me to.
DICK. And, by George, just when I'd thought of something.
DICK. [_Laughing._] A court-plaster case!
GEORGIANA. You can buy one in a drug store.
DICK. I ought to have some present to carry in my breast pocket; don't you know bullets are always warded off that way?
GEORGIANA. Oh, that was in the old romantic days of the nineteenth century, and then it was a prayer book or a bunch of love letters. To-day it's much more apt to be a cigarette case!
PHILIP. They've gone! Hurrah! They've gone!
PHILIP. [_Taking hold of_ GEORGIANA.] Come on, now, our game, or we'll never have it!
DICK. Just one round, and then I must be off. I'll be blindfolded.
DICK. [_Giving his handkerchief to_ GEORGIANA.] Will you blindfold me?
GEORGIANA. [_Binds his eyes._] To my faults?
GEORGIANA. How do you mean Love's Labour Lost?
DICK. No, I must play my own game, and that is to kiss her first, and tell the name afterwards!
GEORGIANA. Now, turn him around three times, Christopher. [CHRISTOPHER _does so, holding_ DICK _by the knees._] And keep away, everybody!