Yes, but we grew such pals I motored him and the Baroness back to St. Petersburg. Jolly country, Russia—they know how to live.
VERA [Coldly]
I saw more of those who know how to die.... Milk and sugar?
QUINCY [Sentimentally]
Oh, Miss Revendal! Have you forgotten?
VERA [Politely snubbing]
How should I remember?
QUINCY
You don't remember our first meeting? At the Settlement Bazaar? When I paid you a hundred dollars for every piece of sugar you put in?
VERA