Ronny.
You needn't have been afraid of me, Violet. If it displeased you I would never even have told you that I loved you. I would have carried you in my heart like an image of the Blessed Virgin. When we met here or there, though there were a thousand people between us and we never exchanged a word, I should have known that we were the only people in the world, and that somehow, in some strange mystic fashion, I belonged to you and you belonged to me. Oh, Violet, I only wanted a little kindness. Was it so much to ask?
[Violet is moved to the very depths of her heart. She can scarcely control herself, the pain she suffers seems unendurable; her throat is so dry that she can hardly speak.]
Violet.
They say that Miss Pender is in love with you. Is it true?
Ronny.
A man's generally a conceited ass when he thinks girls are in love with him.
Violet.
Never mind that. Is it true? Please be frank with me.
Ronny.