You haven’t understood. Oh, my God, you haven’t understood! You’re building up silly defenses in your mind. I’m overwrought. To-morrow morning I shall see things quite differently. That’s true—that’s the tragedy of it, and you won’t see. To-morrow morning I shall see things quite differently. All this will seem unreal—a nightmare—the machinery of our lives will go on again and gloss over the truth as it always does—and our chance will be gone forever.
Florence
Chance—chance? What are you talking about—what chance?
Nicky
I must make you see, somehow.
Florence
You’re driving me mad.
Nicky
Have patience with me—please—please——
Florence