Clem. Oh, simply because they always jested in such a way. And their enunciation.
Marg. You may spare your anti-Semitic remarks.
Clem. Now, sweetheart, don't be touchy. I know that your blood is not untainted, and I have nothing whatever against the Jews. I once had a tutor in Greek who was a Jew. Upon my word! He was a capital fellow. One meets all sorts and conditions of people. I don't in the least regret having made the acquaintance of your associates in Munich. It's all the weave of our life experience. But I can't help thinking that I must have appeared to you like a hero come to rescue you in the nick of time.
Marg. Yes, so you did. My Clem! Clem! [Embraces him.]
Clem. What are you laughing at?
Marg. Something's just occurred to me.
Clem. What?
Marg. "Abandoned on thy breast and—"
Clem. [vexed]. Please! Must you always shatter my illusions?
Marg. Tell me truly, Clem, wouldn't you be proud if your fiancée, your wife, were to become a great, a famous writer?