"Don't they?"
"Not each other!... other people's husbands or wives!"
"Is that it?"
"Surely——
'Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?'
O no! not he!"
"I'm learning many new things, Opal! Let's play we're married, then—to someone else!"
"But—haven't you any conscience at all?"
"Conscience?—what a question! Of course I have!"
"You certainly aren't using it to-night!"