Parbury.
One moment, old man. [He looks in Gunning’s face, then speaks in a lower voice.] Don’t let it pass unrecorded. You have permitted yourself a blush.
Gunning.
[Trying to pass him.] Don’t be an idiot.
Parbury.
[Restraining him.] It’s a beautiful, touching truth. The philosopher—the man who has gained perspective—the student who sits perched on a lofty ledge and looks down pityingly on the rest of us, is actually blushing—blushing a poor, simple, human blush!
[Laughs loudly.
Gunning.
Go to the devil!