"Sylvia…. Does it please you?"
"Don't you know?… How can it do anything but please me? If you knew how I have suffered because my father suffered, fearing the…. No, but you must listen! Dan, it was wearing him down to his grave, and I thought—"
"You thought that if you could get the papers and give them to him—"
"Yes. I could see no harm, because he was as innocent as you—"
"Of course. But why didn't you ask me?"
"He did, and you refused."
"But how could I tell, Sylvia, that you were his daughter, and that I should—"
"Hush! Central will hear!"
"Central's got other things to do, besides listening to early morning confabulations. I love you."
"Dan…."