CLARE. No, I don't; really.
YOUNG MAN. Are you absolute stoney? [CLARE nods] But [Looking at her frock and cloak] you're so awfully well——
CLARE. I had the sense to keep them.
YOUNG MAN. [More and more disturbed] I say, you know—I wish you'd let me lend you something. I had quite a good day down there.
CLARE. [Again tracing her pattern on the cloth—then looking up at him full] I can't take, for nothing.
YOUNG MAN. By Jove! I don't know-really, I don't—this makes me feel pretty rotten. I mean, it's your being a lady.
CLARE. [Smiling] That's not your fault, is it? You see, I've been beaten all along the line. And I really don't care what happens to me. [She has that peculiar fey look on her face now] I really don't; except that I don't take charity. It's lucky for me it's you, and not some——
The supper-party is getting still more boisterous, and there comes a long view holloa, and a blast of the horn.
YOUNG MAN. But I say, what about your people? You must have people of some sort.
He is fast becoming fascinated, for her cheeks have begun to
flush and her eyes to shine.