Shelmerdene: But dancing is the only thing that changes.
The Voice: But I was telling you of my vision, that night in Ceylon. And in my vision, you somehow looked like a greyhound—— Hallo, hallo! What is it?
Shelmerdene: Nothing, nothing! Go on.
The Voice: But there is no more, Shelmerdene! I came home. Now tell me a little about yourself—about the only man you’ve ever really loved! Did you say he was your husband?
Shelmerdene: He is my husband.
The Voice: Really! In spite of everything, you mean? Now, tell me, Shelmerdene——
Shelmerdene: You mock. I will not tell you anything, because you mock. Yes, you are hard, and you mock. I made a mistake when I said that you had the voice of a man I dined with once. You have the voice of a man who has played with many women——
The Voice: Simply because I loved one unhappily! And you, Shelmerdene—and you! Why, I can see the whole procession of your past, the long, long procession of the men who have loved you, the men you have touched! Oh, my God!
Shelmerdene: Silence, silence, silence! What I have done I have done because I wanted the world, but you have done it because you wanted revenge. What I have done I have done because I have too much heart, but you have done it because you have no heart. Through the telephone I can hear that you have no heart, and I can see the hole where your heart should be. My life has made me sad, but yours has made you bitter—oh, why, why?
The Voice: Heavens, how do I know! I am as God made me——