edward. Good Lord . . it means lying and shuffling!
alice. [a little trembling.] In a good cause.
edward. Ah . . but lying and shuffling takes the fine edge off one's soul.
alice. [laughing at the quaintness of her own little epigram.] Edward, are you one of God's dandies?
edward. And . . Alice, it wouldn't be easy work. It wants qualities I haven't got. I should fail.
alice. Would you?
He catches a look from her.
edward. Well, I might not.
alice. And you don't need success for a lure. That's like a common man.