MARTIN. He didn't marry the others.
RUTH. Had they my beauty?
MARTIN. Beauty! Yes, you're beautiful. By God, you are.
RUTH. I've the gift of beauty, Martin, and I'm going to use it.
MARTIN. Because he's rich, and I'm poor.
RUTH. No, because he's powerful over others and I want power over him. When you and I have gone our walks and been together on the moors, did we talk of nothing but the stars? You told me dreams, dreams of all the things you'd do if some great god gave you the power. It's I shall have that power, Martin, and use it in the way you taught me. Your thoughts, your dreams—and my pretty face gives me the chance to take your dreams and make them live. That's what I'm going to do.
MARTIN. It's nothing but another dream.
RUTH. It's real this time, Martin.
MARTIN. But we did talk of the stars sometimes, and of ourselves and——
RUTH. That was the dream. That was happiness.