Loveday.
Well, you evolved them out of your inner consciousness.
Gordon.
(Obstinately.) The vision, and you, gave me the ideas to work out.
Loveday.
(Almost irritably.) It’s sheer nonsense, that old vision! The thoughts were yours, yours, yours! She only mumbled a little vague tosh!
Gordon.
(Astonished.) Loveday!
Loveday.
Well, I’m tired of seeing you being so humble, and failing to realise how splendid you are, and how the credit of it is all your own.