"Is it—Bruce?"
"Why, child—you talk nonsense! Don't speak of him as Bruce."
"I hate calling him Mr. Visigoth. It sounds—meek. I won't be meek! Are you sure, Lilly, it isn't him—he?"
"Why, child, in Heaven's name should it be?"
"He looks at you so, Lilly. Maybe he makes you cry the way Bernhardt makes me cry. By what he doesn't say. Saturday afternoons when I call for you—he looks at you so when you're not looking."
"Why shouldn't he? We've worked together for all these years."
"You and he, when you stand up together you look so—so—right."
"Zoe, you are talking nonsense."
"But you're all red, aren't you?"
"No."