Margaret. You thought that up in the train.
Gilbert. I thought it up just now—just a moment ago!
Margaret. Write it down, then—it's good.
Gilbert. What was it that attracted you to a man of this sort? Nothing but the old instinct, the common instinct!
Margaret. I don't think you've got any right ...
Gilbert. My dear child, in the old days I had a soul too to offer you.
Margaret. Oh, at times, only this ...
Gilbert. Don't try now to depreciate our relation—you won't succeed. It will remain always your most splendid experience.
Margaret. Bah ... when I think that I tolerated that rubbish for a whole year!
Gilbert. Tolerated? You were entranced with it. Don't be ungrateful—I'm not. Miserably as you behaved at the last, for me it can't poison my memories. And anyhow, that was part of the whole.