engagement, or I'd never have sanctioned it.

FANNY. I suppose it will be the last one you will ever get me. [She
has dropped for a moment into a brown study.]

NEWTE [he turns]. I hope so.

FANNY [she throws off her momentary mood with a laugh]. Poor fellow!
You never even got your commission.

NEWTE. I'll take ten per cent. of all your happiness, old girl. So
make it as much as you can for my benefit. Good-bye. [He holds out
hand.]

FANNY. You're not going? You'll stop to lunch?

NEWTE. Not to-day.

FANNY. Do. If you don't, they'll think it's because I was
frightened to ask you.

NEWTE. All the better. The more the other party thinks he's having
his way, the easier always to get your own. Your trouble is, you
know, that you never had any tact.

FANNY. I hate tact. [Newte laughs.] We could have had such a jolly
little lunch together. I'm all alone till the evening. There were
ever so many things I wanted to talk to you about.

NEWTE. What?