MABEL. Then you met me.
PURDIE. Then I met you.
MABEL. Too late—never—forever—forever—never. They are the saddest words in the English tongue.
PURDIE. At the time I thought a still sadder word was Joanna.
MABEL. What was it you saw in me that made you love me?
PURDIE (plumbing the well of his emotions). I think it was the feeling that you are so like myself.
MABEL (with great eyes). Have you noticed that, Jack? Sometimes it has almost terrified me.
PURDIE. We think the same thoughts; we are not two, Mabel; we are one. Your hair—
MABEL. Joanna knows you admire it, and for a week she did hers in the same way.
PURDIE. I never noticed.