HE. It was pleasant while it lasted, wasn't it? And romantic!
Why, romantic doesn't begin to describe it! (Imitating)
"Mother, kiss me!"
SHE. Oh, how can you?
HE. Unconscious—helpless—and you didn't remember! Not even the shoes. That was clever—very clever! And the hands trying to pull you down to the bottom: that was the touch of genius! (He pauses with a smile.) Ah, well, I was willing to have a little fun. (A man is heard whistling a popular song in the distance. He listens attentively.)
SHE. (After a pause) You played with me—played with me. Oh, you're disgusting! Revolting! What a thing for a man to do! I thought—— (She breaks off.)
HE. (Encouraging her to continue) Yes?
SHE. Nothing. . . . (Then, seeing no reason to restrain herself.) I thought Lord Brookfield was a gentleman!
HE. Oh, but I'm not.
SHE. Not a gentleman?
HE. No. . . . I'm not Lord Brookfield.
SHE. Not Lord Brookfield?