FLAMM
Nonsense, Rosie! Have a pinch, eh? [He takes snuff.] I tell you once more: I don't care about anything! [Indignantly.] What is a man like me to do? What, I ask you? No, don't misunderstand me! Surely you know how seriously I think of our affair. Let me talk ahead once in a while.
ROSE
Mr. Christie, you're so good to me …! [With a sudden ebullition of tenderness, tears in her eyes, she kisses FLAMM'S hand.] So good … but …