Loveday.
(Sits on sofa, looks at Gordon with a rapt gaze.) Your chance, the world’s chance, has come!
Gordon.
(In awe-struck voice, tenderly. He stands half stooping before her.) And you, you are not only my friend but my Goddess, my vision! Your look just now—your wonderful voice when you were speaking to the Minister a little ago. It was you that night in the woods—you I have been adoring, and from you I have been drawing my inspiration!
Loveday.
(Softly.) It was I in the woods. Chance gave me a moment’s inspiration! which you worked into reality.
Gordon.
(Half kneels before her.) I know my love can be nothing at all to you—I am not a fit mate for you. But let me go on kneeling to you! Don’t spurn me.
Loveday.
(Slowly.) Why are you so sure your love is nothing to me?