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"Do you know that you are almost droll? You rise
unblushing from the dregs of life in which I find you, and shake
off the arm of that theatre girl, to come and preach to me."
"If these were the dregs of life I might still speak from them to
counsel you out of my respect and devotion Aline." He was very,
stiff and stern. "But they are not the dregs of life. Honour and
virtue are possible to a theatre girl; they are impossible to a
lady who sells herself to gratify ambition; who for position, riches,
and a great title barters herself in marriage."
She looked at him breathlessly. Anger turned her pale. She reached
for the cord.
"I think I had better let you alight so that you may go back to
practise virtue and honour with your theatre wench."
"You shall not speak so of her, Aline."
"Faith, now we are to have heat on her behalf. You think I am too
delicate? You think I should speak of her as a... "
"If you must speak of her at all," he interrupted, hotly, "you'll
speak of her as my wife."
Amazement smothered her anger.


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