Gil. At all events, you might have said good-by to me before leaving, eh? [Sits.]
Marg. I expect the Baron back any minute.
Gil. What difference does that make? Of course, you didn't tell him that you lay in my arms once and worshiped me. I'm just an old acquaintance from Munich. And there's no harm in an old acquaintance calling to see you?
Marg. Anybody but you.
Gil. Why? Why do you persist in misunderstanding me? I assure you, I come only as an old acquaintance. Everything else is dead and buried, long dead and buried. Here. See for yourself. [Indicates the book.]
Marg. What's that?
Gil. My latest novel.
Marg. Have you taken to writing novels?
Gil. Certainly.
Marg. Since when have you learned the trick?