"No. You pushed me away."
"Did I?"
A pause. Then:
"May I finish it now?" I said.
"I expect," she said slowly, "I expect you know that bit all right."
"I shall cut it on the night of the performance."
She leaned right back in her chair and looked steadily up into my eyes. I bent over her.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," she said firmly. "She may be—"
"A goddess. But she won't be you."
"No?" she smiled.