JULIA (with deep, poignant conviction). He cares for only one person in the world; and that is himself. There is not in his whole nature one unselfish spot. He would not spend one hour of his real life with-- (a sob chokes her: she rises passionately, crying) You are all alike, every one of you. Even my father only makes a pet of me. (She goes away to the fireplace and stands with her back to him.) PARAMORE (following her humbly). I don't deserve this from you: indeed I do not. JULIA (rating him). Then why do you talk about me with Charteris, behind my back? PARAMORE. We said nothing disparaging of you. Nobody shall ever do that in my presence. We spoke of the subject nearest our hearts. JULIA. His heart! Oh, God, his heart! (She sits down on the couch and hides her face.) PARAMORE (sadly). I am afraid you love him, for all that, Miss Craven. JULIA (raising her head instantly). If he says that, he lies. If ever you hear it said that I cared for him, contradict it: it is false. PARAMORE (quickly advancing to her). Miss Craven: is the way clear for me then? JULIA (pettishly--losing interest in the conversation and looking crossly into the fire). What do you mean? PARAMORE (impetuously). You must see what I mean. Contradict the rumour of your attachment to Charteris, not by words--it has gone too far for that--but by becoming my wife. (Earnestly.) Believe me: it is not merely your beauty that attracts me: (Julia, interested, looks up at him quickly) I know other beautiful women. It is your heart, your sincerity, your sterling reality, (Julia rises and gazes at him, breathless with a new hope) your great gifts of character that are only half developed because you have never been understood by those about you. JULIA (looking intently at him, and yet beginning to be derisively sceptical in spite of herself). Have you really seen all that in me? PARAMORE. I have felt it. I have been alone in the world; and I need you, Julia. That is how I have divined that you, also, are alone in the world. JULIA (with theatrical pathos). You are right there. I am indeed alone in the world. PARAMORE (timidly approaching her). With you I should not be alone. And you?--with me? JULIA. You! (She gets quickly out of his reach, taking refuge at the tea-table.) No, no. I can't bring myself-- (She breaks off, perplexed, and looks uneasily about her.) Oh, I don't know what to do. You will expect too much from me. (She sits down.) PARAMORE. I have more faith in you than you have in yourself. Your nature is richer than you think. JULIA (doubtfully). Do you really believe that I am not the shallow, jealous, devilish tempered creature they all pretend I am? PARAMORE. I am ready to place my happiness in your hands. Does that prove what I think of you?