Summary

Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

Mr. M. You'd naturally enjoy men's society, you'd like their friendship, their company, their admiration. You'd enjoy an innocent but piquant flirtation.
Miss G. Should I?
Mr. M. (Looking at her.) Well, yes, I think you would. You daren't venture on it!
Miss G. It is generally fatal, I admit.
Mr. M. The plain truth is that the thing's intolerable. I shall stick a placard on my waistcoat—"Not for sale."
Miss G. And I'd better become a hospital nurse!
Mr. M. That's rather an odd remedy. Miss Grainger. But, in some form or other, celibacy—public and avowed celibacy—is our only chance.
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

Miss G. Never forward or—or impertinent. Just nice, Mr. Marchesson.
Mr. M. I say, was that a good chap you refused in there (indicating the conservatory to the left) a thousand years ago?
Miss G. Very—so handsome! I liked him awfully. And the girl you refused——
Mr. M. To ask——
Miss G. In there? (Indicating the conservatory to the right.)
Mr. M. Really, you know—impartially speaking—a ripper! Why did we?
Miss G. What?
Mr. M. I said, "Why did we?"
Miss G. Was it—a thousand years ago? Yes?
Mr. M. Which certainly makes it absurd to call us strangers.
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Portrait of Anthony Hope Anthony Hope Love's Logic and Other Stories… (1908)

Mr. M. (He smokes vigorously then throws his cigarette into a receptacle.) It's a precious lot easier for you than for us, though. I say, I must sound like a conceited idiot, I know, but—well, you see, the fact is——
Miss G. That you're Mr. Marchesson?
Mr. M. (Pleased.) You know my name?
Miss G. Oh yes. Mine's Grainger.
Mr. M. Yes. I—I know your name, Miss Grainger.
Miss G. You're diamonds? (She touches some that she is wearing as she speaks. He nods gloomily.)
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