"It isn't that. Everything you put your hand to is well done."
"Nonsense!"
"It isn't nonsense and you know it. You're a marvelous person, Marcia."
"There is nothing marvelous about me."
"There is—your eyes, for one thing. Don't drop them, dear. I want to look at them."
"You are talking foolishness."
"Every man talks foolishness once in his life, I suppose. Perhaps I am talking it tonight because our time together is so short. I am leaving here tomorrow morning."
"Stanley!"
Across the table he caught her hand.