Vera—[Startled, but making no attempt to remove the Dove’s hand.] For such a little thing?
The Dove—[Dropping her hand, once more taking up her old position, sword on knee.] Ah!
Vera—Why do you say that? [She is evidently agitated.]
The Dove—I suppose I shall always wait.
Vera—What is the matter?
The Dove—Always, always!
Vera—What is the matter?
The Dove—I suppose I’m waiting for the person who will know that anything is a reason for using a pistol, unless one is waiting for the obvious, and the obvious has never been sufficient reason.
Vera—It’s all hopeless, I am hopeless and Amelia is hopeless, and as for you—— [She makes a gesture.]
The Dove—I’ve never held anything against hopelessness.