[Suddenly taking one of his hands in hers.] Oh, if you only loved me in the way I love you!
Parbury.
I love you in a most excellent way.
Mrs. Parbury.
But it’s different—you don’t understand. I love to breathe the air you breathe, to hear your voice even when it’s dictating a dry article, to listen to your footsteps, to watch the changing expressions on your face. I live by the warmth your life gives me; you don’t grudge me that, do you?
Parbury.
Why, of course not, darling!
Mrs. Parbury.
I love this room because it is yours, the surroundings are yours, the atmosphere is yours. When you are out——