WILL. In love, eh?
LAURA. Yes, just that,—in love.
WILL. A new sensation.
LAURA. No; the first conviction.
WILL. You have had that idea before. Every woman's love is the real one when it comes. [Crosses up to LAURA.] Do you make a distinction in this case, young lady?
LAURA. Yes.
WILL. For instance, what?
LAURA. This man is poor—absolutely broke. He hasn't even got a [Crosses to armchair, leans over and draws with parasol on ground.] good job. You know, Will, all the rest, including yourself, generally had some material inducement.
WILL. What's his business? [Crosses to table and sits looking at magazine.
LAURA. He's a newspaper man.