SIR HARRY. [Honest heart.] My religion? I never was one to talk about religion, but——
KATE. Pooh, Harry, you don't even know what your religion was and is and will be till the day of your expensive funeral. [And here is the lesson that life has taught her.] One's religion is whatever he is most interested in, and yours is Success.
SIR HARRY. [Quoting from his morning paper.] Ambition—it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
KATE. Noble minds!
SIR HARRY. [At last grasping what she is talking about.] You are not saying that you left me because of my success?
KATE. Yes, that was it. [And now she stands revealed to him.] I couldn't endure it. If a failure had come now and then—but your success was suffocating me. [She is rigid with emotion.] The passionate craving I had to be done with it, to find myself among people who had not got on.
SIR HARRY. [With proper spirit.] There are plenty of them.
KATE. There were none in our set. When they began to go down-hill they rolled out of our sight.
SIR HARRY. [Clenching it.] I tell you I am worth a quarter of a million.
KATE [Unabashed.] That is what you are worth to yourself. I'll tell you what you are worth to me: exactly twelve pounds. For I made up my mind that I could launch myself on the world alone if I first proved my mettle by earning twelve pounds; and as soon as I had earned it I left you.