Miss Tre. She—laughed.
Everard. (aghast) Laughed!
Miss Tre. But really—why did you steal them from Swinburne?
Everard. (comes C.) The devil! She spotted it?
Miss Tre. Naturally. She adores Swinburne.
Everard. I altered a word or two—I did, I swear. And of course poetry's not in my line. But I didn't think girls were allowed to read Swinburne!
Miss Tre. An old-fashioned prejudice. To-day we throw open the whole book of life.
Everard. I didn't know! (returning to back of settee R. C.) But—Miss Treable—you're my friend, aren't you? You'll help me?
Miss Tre. I am always on the side of love.
Everard. Have I a chance, do you think? A millionth part of a chance?