King—Didn't you explain to her?
Bart—Explain to a weeping woman? She was lost in an ocean of tears, I'd have had to use a foghorn. I got so rattled I began to cry myself. Then she flung herself in my arms, and said if I jilted her (jilted her, mind you!) she'd blow her brains out. And she'll do it, too, she'll do it. That's what I'm afraid of. If Selina kills herself for love of me, it's all up with Lucy; she'll never marry me.
King—Does anyone know of this scene?
Bart—Her maid came in while she was sobbing in my arms. I tried to shake her off, but she clung like a leech.
King—Her maid, that's bad.
Bart—(Moodily.) I know it's bad.
King—Are you sure you never made her think you loved her?
Bart—I protest on my word of honor, I never even hinted at love.
Boy—(To Miss Brown, as he yawns over newspaper.) There's nothin' worth readin' except this blame suicide.
Miss Brown—(Looking up from her newspaper.) It certainly gets my goat the way some fool women go dippy over men.