[Taking her hand.] Do you know that I’m very much in love with you?
Mrs. Parbury.
You in love with me! You don’t know what love is! All you feel at this moment is the sort of insolent pity the strong have for the weak.
Parbury.
You weak, darling! Oh, come! You know better than that! You can’t be unconscious of your power!
Mrs. Parbury.
I really don’t understand you.
Parbury.
I only meant to remind you that after all you do always get your own way. I’m really very glad, for I’m sure your way must always be the best way. Oh, the power and determination of this little hand! [Holding her hand.] Do let me, with the deepest submission, kiss “The Mailed Fist.”