(Seeing Gordon looking wistfully at Nora, rises.) Here, Gordon, give me those papers. We have done enough for the present. I’ll take them into the house. (She saunters along the verandah and enters the house.)
Gordon.
Sit down, Nora. You’ll be tired after picking all that fruit. I’ll carry it over for you when you are rested.
Nora.
I can carry it quite well myself. I’m every bit as strong as you.
Gordon.
Don’t, Nora. Don’t always be cruel now.
Nora.
I’m not cruel. It would be much crueller to keep you dangling around, puffed up with hope.