Marry her! Good Lord, no. Why, you'd never dare ask her. She's not that sort. I tell you she's a sort of queen. And (Good Lord!) she'd be a queen if it wasn't for Hussein, or something very like one. We can't go marrying queens. Anyhow, not one like her.
ARCHIE BEAL
Why not one like her?
JOHN BEAL
I tell you—she's a—well, a kind of goddess. You couldn't ask her if she loved you. It would be such, such...
ARCHIE BEAL
Such what?
JOHN BEAL
Such infernal cheek.
ARCHIE BEAL