That’s my profession. You lose count of time when you are a philosopher.
Mrs. Ray
And I am a woman of the world.
Professor
(As he goes to light another cigarette from the candles)
I’d hardly describe you that way, my dear; that sounds so naughty.
Mrs. Ray
I mean I love every minute that passes and everything the moment brings. I love the people who are of that moment.
Professor
You still dream of having a salon of celebrities?