Joyce.

RICHARD(Smiles slightly.) Not quite. I told you also that I would not show you what I had written unless you asked to see it. Well?
BEATRICE -I will not ask you.
RICHARD(Leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands joined.) Would you like to see it?
BEATRICE-Very much.
RICHARD-Because it is about yourself?
BEATRICE-Yes. But not only that.
RICHARD-Because it is written by me? Yes? Even if what you would find there is sometimes cruel?
BEATRICE(Shyly.) That is part of your mind, too.
RICHARD-Then it is my mind that attracts you? Is that it?
BEATRICE(Hesitating, glances at him for an instant.) Why do you think I come here?