Conquest; Or, A Piece of Jade; a New Play in Three Acts

by Marie Carmichael Stopes

Gordon.

Loveday.—You don’t really think that?

Loveday.

I do.

Gordon.

(Whimsically.) I’m so accustomed to women thinking poorly of me—Nora—

Loveday.

(After a pause.) Does she—does she still hurt you, Gordon?

Gordon.

No I have waked from my foolish dream of love for her. She, she was too cruel—and besides—she, you know, you heard—she loved Robert.