Helen (smiling). Which would be a breach of contract, I suppose.
Gerardo. If I sell myself, they are at least dealing with an honest man!
Helen (smiling). Then one who loves is not honest!
Gerardo. No!—Love is a distinctly philistine virtue. Love is sought by those who do not venture out into the world, who fear a comparison with others, who haven't the courage to face a fair trial of strength. Love is sought by every miserable rhymester who cannot live without being idolized by some one. Love is sought by the peasant who yokes his wife together with his ox to his plow. Love is a refuge for molly-coddles and cowards!—In the great world in which I live everybody is recognized for what he is actually worth. If two join together, they know exactly what to think of one another and need no love for it.
Helen (once more in a pleading tone). Will you not introduce me into that great world of yours!
Gerardo. Helen—would you sacrifice your own happiness and that of your family for a fleeting pleasure!
Helen. No.
Gerardo. Do you promise me to return to your family without show of reluctance!
Helen. Yes.
Gerardo. And that you will not die, not even as one might die of some ailment!