Helen
But we cannot marry—then or any other to-morrow.
Ernest
Can't? What nonsense!
Helen
[shaking her head and restraining him]
I have slaved for you all these months—not because I wanted to win you from your work but to help you in it. And now—after all—shall I destroy you? No! No!
Ernest
I love you—you love me—nothing else matters.
Helen