MINNIE [_with a protesting gesture_]. Oh, I wouldn't have you go to that
trouble for the world. Just two or three, in an envelope. They will do
quite as well. [_She leans forward again and gazes past him down the
street. He does not draw back as he did before._] Why in the world don't
they come? I shall have to talk to Hilda, severely.
HERBERT. Oh, don't be hard on her. They're in--that is to say, they
think a very great deal of each other, and no doubt----
MINNIE. But it is so terribly late!
HERBERT. I know, but it's very pleasant--such a night--much pleasanter
than it is inside. And as for sleep, why one can sleep any night, while
such a moon as that, up there, one can't see often.
MINNIE [_quickly_]. I do believe you're sentimental. I'm not a bit, so
we'll never get on.
HERBERT [_gazing into space_]. I don't think two people ought to be
alike---- [_He catches himself, stares at the moon and whistles without
whistling. Minnie regards him curiously from the end of her eye._]
MINNIE [_examining the cuff of one sleeve_]. What do you mean by that?
HERBERT [_again floundering_]. I--oh--ah--I was just thinking---- We had
a lecture on some such subject in psychology the other day.
MINNIE [_with a little sigh_]. Do you enjoy psychology?
HERBERT. Very much.
MINNIE. Have you ever made any experiments?
HERBERT. Only a few, just the more common ones. I've only had one course
in it, you see.
MINNIE [_making a thrilling conversational leap_]. I've no doubt it is
all very fascinating, but I don't think I should care to marry a
psychologist.
HERBERT [_quickly; edging nearer_]. But I'm not a psychologist! I'm a
botanist.