-u were as enraged as I. We agreed that Neuman was an
liot. "How can that nothing dare"; those were your very
rds - "to define your limits? How dare he venue to
rangle your next book in smbryo?" And today you identify
Jurself with those story peddlers.
MARGARET: I beg of you, don't yeti so - my landlady -
GILBERT: It is not my business to brother about Generals'
dows when my nerves are on odge.
MARGARET: What did I say? I can't understand your being
sensitive.
GILBERT: Sensitive! You call me sensitive? You? A
man who would get the worst chills if the smallest chap
on anyalele sheet would dare to say an ill word of her.
MARGARET: I don't remember that an ill word ever appeared
bout me.
GILBERT: No? Well, in a way you may be right. A man is
always gallant where a pretty woman is concerned -
MARGARET: Gallant? Was it out of gallantry that my points
praised - and your own opinion?
GILBERT: Mine? I don't have to take that back. Let me
femind you that you wrote your two bestSchms in cur time.