Alice. I will try again to show you then, George. (She moves closer to him. George starts to move away from her but changes his mind evidently and sits still.)
George. I’m ready for the revelation, Alice. Make it as long as you like. It will probably be our last real talk together.
Alice. Why?
George. Because—because we have nothing in common—this new Alice pose—I can’t think of it as anything else but as a pose—has or will come between us and break up our friendship.
Alice. And in breaking up our friendship it will produce something much finer.
George. Finer? that is the finest thing in life—friendship.
Alice. It is the beginning only of the finest thing in life.
George. Alice, you don’t mean to say—Alice!—Lord!—you’re not making—(She blushes and turns away her eyes.)
Maud (from the tea table). They give “Parsifal” next week. (George tries to become composed.)
Alice (speaking across the stage to the group). I know one of the “Flower Maidens.” I get “comps.”