him). Indeed!

VALENTINE. But why did I do it? Because I was being tempted to
awaken your heart---to stir the depths in you. Why was I tempted?
Because Nature was in deadly earnest with me when I was in jest with
her. When the great moment came, who was awakened? who was stirred? in
whom did the depths break up? In myself--- m y s e l f: I was
transported: you were only offended---shocked. You were only an
ordinary young lady, too ordinary to allow tame lieutenants to go as far
as I went. That's all. I shall not trouble you with conventional
apologies. Good-bye. (He makes resolutely for the door.)

GLORIA. Stop. (He hesitates.) Oh, will you understand, if I tell
you the truth, that I am not making an advance to you?

VALENTINE. Pooh! I know what you're going to say. You think you're
not ordinary---that I was right---that you really have those depths in
your nature. It flatters you to believe it. (She recoils.) Well, I
grant that you are not ordinary in some ways: you are a clever girl
(Gloria stifles an exclamation of rage, and takes a threatening step
towards him); but you've not been awakened yet. You didn't care: you
don't care. It was my tragedy, not yours. Good-bye. (He turns to the
door. She watches him, appalled to see him slipping from her grasp. As
he turns the handle, he pauses; then turns again to her, offering his
hand.) Let us part kindly.

GLORIA (enormously relieved, and immediately turning her back on him
deliberately.) Good-bye. I trust you will soon recover from the wound.

VALENTINE (brightening up as it flashes on him that he is master of