Car. (rising) Do you know you're a wonderfully good fellow?
Dor. Oh, rot! Well, may I be—a little use to somebody for once?
Car. I won't borrow money of you, if you meant that.
Dor. False pride!
Car. No, that isn't it.
Dor. It's a devilish odd thing that every good woman is a bit of a coward, and she's always afraid of what people will say, especially if it isn't true.
Car. That description fits me less than any woman in the world.
Dor. You won't let me be of use to you, because I happen to be a man, and you happen to be a woman—ain't that so? (rises) I see how it is. I've made an ass of myself. You won't have my help or my friendship.
Car. (rises) I don't need the help, but I'll take the friendship.
Dor. Thanks!