Kate—Thank God I had no ideals—I had a religion.
John—Just what?
Kate—You wouldn’t understand.
Henry—Shoes to the needy?
Kate—No, I’m not that kind, vicious boy.
John—Are you quite certain?
Kate—I’ll admit all my candles are not burning for God. Well, then, blow them out, still I’ll have a light burning somewhere, for all your great breaths, you oxen!
Henry—You were never a tower builded of ivory——
Kate—You’re too stupid to be bitter—your voices are too undeveloped—you’d say “love” and “hate” the same way.
James—True, we have been shut away from intonations.