Mrs. Crowley.
Without fear?
Dick.
For all the world like the wicked baronet: Once aboard the lugger and the girl is mine!
Mrs. Crowley.
Don't you want men to remember you?
Alec.
Perhaps they will. Perhaps in a hundred years or so, in some flourishing town where I discovered nothing but wilderness, they will commission a second-rate sculptor to make a fancy statue of me. And I shall stand in front of the Stock Exchange, a convenient perch for birds, to look eternally upon the various shabby deeds of human kind.
[During this speech Mrs. Crowley makes a sign
to Dick, who walks slowly away and goes
out.
Mrs. Crowley.