(Smiling as though tenderly humouring him.) Have you seen her again—your spirit in the woods?
Gordon.
No, only that once.
Loveday.
Well, what you told me of her words then was just the vague dream of an idea, but look at all these sheets and sheets of carefully worked out clauses. All these actual, practical, useful ideas are yours!
Gordon.
They are not. Though I was dreaming and longing vaguely for something of the kind, I’m not big enough actually to have thought it out.
Loveday.
You are. You are big enough for anything!