(Murmurs.) No, no.
Gordon.
Do you know what love is? Have you ever loved? If not, you could never understand my shame.
Loveday.
I have never loved—
(His face is averted, she looks at him long and tenderly.)
until—
Gordon.
Ah, but you—beautiful and radiant as you are will never know what it is to have love spurned—as I have.