Loveday.
(Joy showing in her face, which she tries to conceal.) Then you feel free.
Gordon.
Yes. Thank God I’m free from love of any earthly woman.
(Loveday’s face falls.)
Gordon.
You make most women look small, and then—then—anyway, I’m not the type of man such a woman as I could love now, would look at. Thank God, no mortal woman can rack my heart. My vision Queen has my heart and my dreams.
(Loveday looks bright—then a little mischievous. Varlie returns, strolling round the room, unnoticed by them. He starts somewhat at seeing them talking together so deeply and nods as if recognising something and saying “ha ha” to himself. He studies the angle of the room and places himself back of the piano, turning towards the wall and pretending to examine a picture. Meanwhile Loveday and Gordon continue, unaware, to talk.)
Loveday.
Spirits don’t appear. She must have been a real woman.