Clem. Then it's been read already.
Marg. Yes, and lots more will read it. Clement, you will have cause to be proud, believe me.
Clem. You're mistaken, my dear. I think—but, tell me, what's it about?
Marg. I can't tell you right off. The novel contains the greatest part, so to speak, and all that can be said of the greatest part.
Clem. My compliments!
Marg. That's why I'm going to promise you never to pick up a pen any more. I don't need to.
Clem. Margaret, do you love me?
Marg. What a question! You and you only. Though I have seen a great deal, though I have gadded about a great deal, I have experienced comparatively little. I have waited all my life for your coming.
Clem. Well, let me have the book.
Marg. Why—why? What do you mean?