them to you. They really should not be lost. There are
ome you never received; they were far too beautiful
or you; you would not have understood them.
MARGARET: Ah, for heaven's sake, if it is so - (burna
ages of Gilbert’s book) It is just as if we two...
h,Heavens, (angrily turns pages), and did you use the
etter which you sent me the morning after our first night?
GILBERT: Naturalty - that was brilliant.
MARGARET: But this is terrible. It will be a European
candal. And Clemens! Oh,what shall I do? I am beginning
to wish that he would not return. I am lost, and you with me.
therever you may be, he will know where to find you, and
will shoot you down like a mad dog.
GILBERT: (Pocketing the book) Absurd comparison.
MARGARET! Where did you get such crazy ideas? Letters
to a woman you ostensibly loved... One sees at once
that you are not a gentleman.
GILBERT: This is delicious ; did'nt you do the same?
MARGARET: I am a woman.
GILBERT: Now you beast of it!
MARGARET: It is true; I have nothing for which to
repreach you. We are equally guilty. Yes, Clemens was
right; we are worse than the women at Ronscher's who exhibit
hemselves in tights; we tell our innermost amctions, our