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LINA. Common people do not pray, my lord: they only beg.

LORD SUMMERHAYS. You never ask for anything?

LINA. No.

LORD SUMMERHAYS. Then why do you pray?

LINA. To remind myself that I have a soul.

TARLETON.[walking about] True. Fine. Good. Beautiful. All this damned materialism: what good is it to anybody? Ive got a soul: dont tell me I havnt. Cut me up and you cant find it. Cut up a steam engine and you cant find the steam. But, by George, it makes the engine go. Say what you will, Summerhays, the divine spark is a fact.

LORD SUMMERHAYS. Have I denied it?

TARLETON.Our whole civilization is a denial of it. Read Walt Whitman.

LORD SUMMERHAYS. I shall go to the billiard room and get the balls for you.

LINA. Thank you.

[Lord Summerhays goes out through the vestibule door.]

TARLETON.[going to her] Listen to me. [She turns quickly]. What you said just now was beautiful. You touch chords. You appeal to the poetry in a man. You inspire him. Come now! Youre a woman of the world: youre independent: you must have driven lots of men crazy. You know the sort of man I am, dont you? See through me at a glance, eh?

LINA. Yes. [She sits down quietly in the chair Lord Summerhays has just left].

TARLETON.Good. Well, do you like me? Dont misunderstand me: I’m perfectly aware that youre not going to fall in love at first sight with a ridiculous old shopkeeper. I cant help that ridiculous old shopkeeper. I have to carry him about with me whether I like it or not. I have to pay for his clothes, though I hate the cut of them: especially the waistcoat. I have to look at him in the glass while I’m shaving. I loathe him because hes a living lie. My soul’s not like that: it’s like yours. I want to make a fool of myself. About you. Will you let me?

LINA. [very calm] How much will you pay?

TARLETON.Nothing. But I’ll throw as many sovereigns as you like into the sea to shew you that I’m in earnest.

LINA. Are those your usual terms?

TARLETON.No. I never made that bid before.

LINA. [producing a dainty little book and preparing to write in it] What did you say your name was?

TARLETON.John Tarleton. The great John Tarleton of Tarleton’s Underwear.

LINA. [writing] T-a-r-l-e-t-o-n. Er–? [She looks up at him inquiringly].

TARLETON.[promptly] Fifty-eight.

LINA. Thank you. I keep a list of all my offers. I like to know what I’m considered worth.

TARLETON.Let me look.

LINA. [offering the book to him] It’s in Polish.

TARLETON.Thats no good. Is mine the lowest offer?

LINA. No: the highest.

TARLETON.What do most of them come to? Diamonds? Motor cars? Furs? Villa at Monte Carlo?

LINA. Oh yes: all that. And sometimes the devotion of a lifetime.

TARLETON.Fancy that! A young man offering a woman his old age as a temptation!