Denham.
Fitzgerald, you know Vane, of course?
Fitzgerald.
Upon my word I scarcely know. Do we know each other, Vane?
Vane.
My dear Fitzgerald, when will you learn that you can never know me? (Crosses to picture.)
Fitzgerald.
Then, my dear Vane, I must learn to be resigned. (Fitzgerald turns away, and takes up Gyp. Vane looks at the picture.) What's this? "Autour du Marriage," eh? (Opens book, and reads, then lies on sofa, still reading.)
Vane.
Ah, the Brynhild! My dear Denham, why will you do such things?