never have dreamt of for myself. I imagined myself just like
Candida.

HE [catching her hands and looking earnestly at her] You were
right. You are like Candida.

SHE [snatching her hands away] Oh, stuff! And I thought you were
just like Eugene. [Looking critically at him] Now that I come to
look at you, you are rather like him, too. [She throws herself
discontentedly into the nearest seat, which happens to be the
bench at the piano. He goes to her].

HE [very earnestly] Aurora: if Candida had loved Eugene she would
have gone out into the night with him without a moment's
hesitation.

SHE [with equal earnestness] Henry: do you know what's wanting in
that play?

HE. There is nothing wanting in it.

SHE. Yes there is. There's a Georgina wanting in it. If Georgina
had been there to make trouble, that play would have been a
true-to-life tragedy. Now I'll tell you something about it that I
have never told you before.

HE. What is that?

SHE. I took Teddy to it. I thought it would do him good; and so
it would if I could only have kept him awake. Georgina came too;