(Quietly to Silverton)
Funny, George, while you were playing I was thinking of when I hadn’t a job and you were copying for a living. Your music actually made me want to throw off all my insincerities here just for once and see what would happen.
Silverton
They’d be shocked——
Patricia
And I’d be chilly.
Silverton
But I couldn’t be of any use to you—then.
Patricia
No; my “art” wasn’t big enough to succeed by itself alone. I had to play the game—get influence—(He protests.) Oh, I know myself, George; I was cruel to you and all the others. Some day, just to square myself in my own eyes, I’ll tell people like these here about my life and how I have always used them to get what I wanted.