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

by Marie Carmichael Stopes

Gordon.

(Eagerly going, with a possessive air toward Nora.) Oh, it is wonderful to see you again!

Nora.

(Pertly, teasing him and evidently enjoying it.) Women are scarce here, I know, but there’s nothing else wonderful about me.

Gordon.

For me you are the dream of God which stirs the woodland, you are—(noting her unresponsive face). I say, do sit down. You’ll be tired after that ride. Let me take your whip. Take your gloves off. Those little hands must ache after holding the reins for three hours.

Nora.

Pooh! I like having the reins in my own hands.

Gordon.

And so you should, they are such clever little hands.