"You're a dear—your charming good sense comes back to you! What do you want of me, then?"
"I want you for myself—not for others; and now, in time, before anything's done."
"Why, then, did you bring me here? Everything's done—I feel it to-night."
"I know the way you should look at it—if you do look at it at all," Sherringham conceded.
"That's so easy! I thought you liked the stage so," Miriam artfully added.
"Don't you want me to be a great swell?"
"And don't you want me to be?"
"You will be—you'll share my glory."
"So will you share mine."
"The husband of an actress? Yes, I see myself that!" Peter cried with a frank ring of disgust.