ISABEL. Yes—if he has anything to do with me.
MRS. FALCINGTON. Then if you can make him do that, by all means take charge of his destinies!
ISABEL. But—but—that's not the point. He loves you. He wants to go back. He didn't do any of those things he was accused of, you know.
MRS. FALCINGTON. Did he tell you that?
ISABEL. Yes.
MRS. FALCINGTON. Well—he told a story. (Isabel is shocked.) Oh, there's no doubt about it. (Her tone leaves none.)
ISABEL. But she was ugly!
MRS. FALCINGTON. Did he tell you that?
ISABEL. Yes! Wasn't she?
MRS. FALCINGTON. There are handsome poetesses—a few—and this was one of them. She is one of the most beautiful women in Chicago.