You—you're not very sympathetic.
TED MORRIS.
I know I'm a selfish brute. I can't help it. You shan't regret it. I'll make another fortune for you and you shall have it all. Primrose, dear, I love you, I love you. I could not speak when you were rich, but now you are poor I can. You—you do care for me a little, dear.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
A little, Ted.
TED MORRIS.
Enough to be my wife?
PRIMROSE DEANE.
Yes, I think it's enough for that. (Ted draws her face down and kisses her.) And you don't mind the money either way?