“But you don’t live.”
“Well, maybe I shall some day.”
“You merely exist.”
“Why should I want to be rich?”
“To live—to buy what you want.”
“I want sympathy, love; can one buy that?”
“Yes—even that.”
“No, you cannot. There is only one sort of woman to be bought.”
“Well, come and see me sometimes, won’t you?”
“Well, no, I’m very much obliged to you; but I don’t think I can.”