MALISE. Not going?
[CLARE nods]
MALISE. You don't trust me?
CLARE. I do! But I can't take when I'm not giving.
MALISE. I beg—I beg you! What does it matter? Use me! Get free somehow.
CLARE. Mr. Malise, I know what I ought to be to you, if I let you in for all this. I know what you want—or will want. Of course—why not?
MALISE. I give you my solemn word——
CLARE. No! if I can't be that to you—it's not real. And I can't. It isn't to be manufactured, is it?
MALISE. It is not.
CLARE. To make use of you in such a way! No.