LAURA. [More seriously, recovering herself.] Perhaps what you said was true.
ELFIE. We won't talk about it.
[Wiping LAURA'S eyes and kissing her.
LAURA. [With persistence.] But perhaps it was true, and, Elfie—
ELFIE. Yes.
LAURA. I think I've stood this just as long as I can. Every day is a living horror.
ELFIE. [Looking around room.] It's the limit.
LAURA. I've got to have money to pay the rent. I've pawned everything
I have, except the clothes on my back.
ELFIE. I'll give you all the money you need, dearie. Great heavens, don't worry about that. Don't you care if I got sore and—and lost my head.
LAURA. No; I can't let you do that. [Rises; crosses to table.] You may have been mad,—awfully mad,—but what you said was the truth. I can't take your money. [Sits right of table.