HELEN: What have we done! This is all moonlight and madness. To-morrow comes the clear light of day.

ERNEST: Ah, but we'll love each other to-morrow!

HELEN: But we cannot marry—then or any other to-morrow.

ERNEST: Can't? What nonsense!

HELEN: (shaking her head and restraining him) I have slaved for you all these months—not because I wanted to win you from your work but to help you in it. And now—after all—shall I destroy you? No! No!

ERNEST: I love you—you love me—nothing else matters.

HELEN: Everything else matters. I'm not a little débutante to be persuaded that I am needed because I am wanted! I haven't played with you; I have worked with you, and I know! Think of Theodore! Think of Lucy! And now poor little Jean. Marry you? Never!

ERNEST: You mean your career?

HELEN: (with supreme