Clement. Of course.
Gilbert. Where else is one to get inspiration except from oneself? Where is one to find models except in the life around one? (Margaret is growing more and more uneasy.)
Clement. The trouble is that the model's consent is so seldom asked. I'm bound to say, if I were a woman, I shouldn't thank a man for telling the world ... (Sharply.) In decent society we call that ... compromising a woman.
Gilbert. I don't know whether I may include myself in "decent society"—but I call that doing honor to a woman.
Clement. Oh!
Gilbert. The essential thing is to hit the mark. What, in the higher sense, does it matter whether a woman has been happy in one man's arms or another's?
Clement. Herr Gilbert, I will call your attention to the fact that you are speaking in the presence of a lady!
Gilbert. I am speaking in the presence of an old comrade who may be supposed to share my views on these matters.
Clement. Oh ...!
Margaret (suddenly). Clement ...! (Throws herself at his feet.) Clement ...!