Baroness [dramatically]. How can you say that—you whose words have inspired my deepest intimacies. No, I must go. [Makes for the door.] I—must—go.
Pendleton. You don't understand. I exaggerated everything so in my confounded books.
Baroness. Please ask her to forgive me. Please tell her I thought you were married, otherwise, never, never, would I have permitted you to kiss me.
Pendleton. What made you think I was married?
Baroness. One often believes what one hopes.
Pendleton. You take it too seriously. Let me explain.
Baroness. What is there to explain? Our experience has been complete. Why spoil it by anti-climax?
Pendleton. Am I never to see you again?
Baroness. Who knows? If your present union should end, and some day your soul needs—some one?
[Exit door center, her manner full of promise.]