Baroness [withdrawing her hands]. That was a moment!
Pendleton. We must have many such.
Baroness. Many? That's too near too much.
Pendleton [feverishly]. We shall, dear lady.
Baroness. How I adore your writings! They have made me realize the beauty of an ideal union, the love of one man for one woman at a time. Let us have such a union, you and me.
Pendleton [taken back]. But I live in such a union already.
Baroness [rising in amazement]. And only a moment ago you kissed me!
Pendleton. Well—what of it?
Baroness. Don't you see what we've done? You are living in one of those wonderful unions you describe in your books—and I've let you kiss me. I've committed a sacrilege.
Pendleton. You're mistaken. It isn't a sacrilege. It's an opportunity.