LUCAS. With the two gondoliers.
AGNES. Why--that's a beautiful face! How strange!
LUCAS. [Drawing her back into the room.] Come away. He is looking up at
us.
AGNES. Are you sure he sees us?
LUCAS. He did.
AGNES. He will want an answer--[She deliberately flings the bouquet
over the balcony into the canal, then returns to the table and picks up
her work.]
LUCAS. [Looking out again cautiously.] He throws his head back and
laughs heartily. [Re-entering the room.] Oh, of course, his policy is
to attempt to laugh me out of my resolves. They send him here merely to
laugh at me, Agnes, to laugh at me--[coming to AGNES angrily.] laugh
at me!
AGNES. He must be a man of small resources. [Threading her needle.] It
is so easy to mock.