Loveday.
(Swiftly and scornfully.) That’s a worldly man, whose thoughts are grasping. I was dreaming of a man whose thoughts would be gifts.
Varlie.
Thoughts are pretty cheap gifts.
Loveday.
Is there anything we possess that did not grow from a thought? Isn’t the freedom in your country the result of the thought of the men who framed your Constitution? Isn’t all law, all order, all happiness, thought, or the results of it?
Varlie.
Huh! That’s too deep for me.
Nora.