edward. If they could all meet and agree, they might syndicate themselves and keep me at it for life.
alice. What more could you wish for?
edward. Than that dreary round!
alice. My dear, the world must be put tidy. That's the work which splendid criminals . . and others leave about for us poor commonplace people to do.
edward. [with a little laugh.] And I don't believe in Heaven either.
alice. [close to him.] But there's to be our life. What's wrong with that?
edward. My dear, when they put me in prison for swindling— [he makes the word sound its worst.]
alice. I think they won't. But if they are so stupid . . I must be very careful.
edward. Of what?
alice. To avoid false pride. I shall be foolishly proud of you.