Taylor.
I’ll write and tell you if I’m making good. If I ain’t, I guess I shan’t feel much like writing.
Norah.
But you’ll make good, Frank. I know you well enough for that.
Taylor.
Do you?
Norah.
I have learnt to respect you during these months we’ve lived together. All sorts of qualities which I used to value seem very unimportant to me now. You’ve taught me a great deal.
Taylor.
You’ll think of me sometimes, my girl, won’t you?