ST. OLPHERTS. My good Mr. Winterfield, believe me or not, I—I positively like this woman.
AMOS. [Gladly.] Ah!
ST. OLPHERTS. She attracts me curiously. And if she wanted assistance—
AMOS. Doesn't she?
ST. OLPHERTS. Money—
AMOS. No, no.
ST. OLPHERTS. She should have it. But as for the rest—well—
AMOS. Well?
ST. OLPHERTS. Well sir, you must understand me. It is a failing of mine; I can't approach women—I never could—in the missionary spirit.
[GERTRUDE re-enters; the men turn to face her.]