The Dove—Yes, I’m hurrying.
Vera—That’s best, she will be back soon.
The Dove—She is never gone long.
Vera—No, never very long—one would grow old waiting for the day on which she would stay an hour—a whole hour.
The Dove—Yes, that’s true.
Vera—[Wearily.] She says we live dangerously; [laughs] why, we can’t even keep the flies out.
The Dove—Yes, there are a great many flies.
Vera—[After a pause.] Shall I ever have a lover, do you suppose?
The Dove—[Turning the sword over.] No, I suppose not.
Vera—Yet Amelia and I have made it our business to know—everything.