Avonia.
[Holding her irons to her cheek, modestly.] I know, but still——
Tom.
Yes, deep down in the well of that girl's nature there has been lying a little, bright, clear pool of genuine refinement, girlish simplicity. And now the bucket has been lowered by love; experience has turned the handle; and up comes the crystal to the top, pure and sparkling. Why, her broken engagement to poor young Gower has really been the making of her! It has transformed her! Can't act, can't she! [__Drawing a long breath.__] How she would play Dora in my comedy!
Avonia.
Ho, that comedy!
Tom.
How she would murmur those love-scenes!
Avonia.
Murder——!