H. I think you have said it once or twice before. You're growing
very careful of my feelings. My God, Pip, I was a good woman once! You
_said_ I was. You've made me what I am. What are you going to do with
me? What are you going to do with me? Won't you _say_ that you are
sorry? (_Helps herself to iced asparagus_.)
CAPT. G. I am sorry for you, if you want the pity of such a brute as
I am. I'm _awf'ly_ sorry for you.
MRS. H. Rather tame for a man of the world. Do you think that that
admission clears you?
CAPT. G. What can I do? I can only tell you what I think of myself.
You can't think worse than that?
MRS. H. Oh, yes, I can! And now, will you tell me the reason of all
this? Remorse? Has Bayard been suddenly conscience-stricken?
CAPT. G. (_Angrily, his eyes still lowered_.) No! The thing has come
to an end on my side. That's all. _Mafisch!_
MRS. H. 'That's all. _Mafisch!_' As though I were a Cairene Dragoman.
You used to make prettier speeches. D'you remember when you said---?
CAPT. G. For Heaven's sake don't bring that back! Call me anything
you like and I'll admit it--
MRS.
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