TARLETON. _[going to her]_ Listen to me. _[She turns quickly]._ What you said just now was beautiful. You touch chords. You appeal to the poetry in a man. You inspire him. Come now! Youre a woman of the world: youre independent: you must have driven lots of men crazy. You know the sort of man I am, dont you? See through me at a glance, eh? LINA. Yes. _[She sits down quietly in the chair Lord Summerhays has just left]._ TARLETON. Good. Well, do you like me? Dont misunderstand me: I'm perfectly aware that youre not going to fall in love at first sight with a ridiculous old shopkeeper. I cant help that ridiculous old shopkeeper. I have to carry him about with me whether I like it or not. I have to pay for his clothes, though I hate the cut of them: especially the waistcoat. I have to look at him in the glass while I'm shaving. I loathe him because hes a living lie. My soul's not like that: it's like yours. I want to make a fool of myself. About you. Will you let me? LINA. _[very calm]_ How much will you pay? TARLETON. Nothing. But I'll throw as many sovereigns as you like into the sea to shew you that I'm in earnest. LINA. Are those your usual terms? TARLETON. No. I never made that bid before. LINA. _[producing a dainty little book and preparing to write in it]_ What did you say your name was? TARLETON. John Tarleton. The great John Tarleton of Tarleton's Underwear. LINA. _[writing]_ T-a-r-l-e-t-o-n. Er--? _[She looks up at him inquiringly]._ TARLETON. _[promptly]_ Fifty-eight. LINA. Thank you. I keep a list of all my offers. I like to know what I'm considered worth. TARLETON. Let me look. LINA. _[offering the book to him]_ It's in Polish. TARLETON. Thats no good. Is mine the lowest offer? LINA. No: the highest. TARLETON. What do most of them come to? Diamonds? Motor cars? Furs? Villa at Monte Carlo? LINA. Oh yes: all that. And sometimes the devotion of a lifetime. TARLETON. Fancy that! A young man offering a woman his old age as a temptation! LINA. By the way, you did not say how long. TARLETON. Until you get tired of me. LINA. Or until you get tired of me? TARLETON. I never get tired. I never go on long enough for that. But when it becomes so grand, so inspiring that I feel that everything must be an anti-climax after that, then I run away. LINA. Does she let you go without a struggle? TARLETON. Yes. Glad to get rid of me. When love takes a man as it takes me--when it makes him great--it frightens a woman. LINA. The lady here is your wife, isnt she? Dont you care for her? TARLETON. Yes. And mind! she comes first always. I reserve her dignity even when I sacrifice my own. Youll respect that point of honor, wont you? LINA. Only a point of honor? TARLETON. _[impulsively]_ No, by God! a point of affection as well. LINA. _[smiling, pleased with him]_ Shake hands, old pal _[she rises and offers him her hand frankly]._