GLORIA.That is ridiculous, and rather personal.
VALENTINE.Of course it's ridiculous.Well, that's what my eyes tell me.(Gloria makes a movement of contemptuous protest.) No: I'm not flattering.I tell you I don't believe it.(She is ashamed to find that this does not quite please her either.) Do you think that if you were to turn away in disgust from my weakness, I should sit down here and cry like a child?
GLORIA (beginning to find that she must speak shortly and pointedly to keep her voice steady).Why should you, pray?
VALENTINE (with a stir of feeling beginning to agitate his voice).
Of course not: I'm not such an idiot.And yet my heart tells me Ishould---my fool of a heart.But I'll argue with my heart and bring it to reason.If I loved you a thousand times, I'll force myself to look the truth steadily in the face.After all, it's easy to be sensible:
the facts are the facts.What's this place? it's not heaven: it's the Marine Hotel.What's the time? it's not eternity: it's about half past one in the afternoon.What am I? a dentist---a five shilling dentist!
GLORIA.And I am a feminine prig.
VALENTINE.(passionately).No, no: I can't face that: I must have one illusion left---the illusion about you.I love you.(He turns towards her as if the impulse to touch her were ungovernable: she rises and stands on her guard wrathfully.He springs up impatiently and retreats a step.) Oh, what a fool I am!---an idiot! You don't understand: I might as well talk to the stones on the beach.(He turns away, discouraged.)GLORIA (reassured by his withdrawal, and a little remorseful).I am sorry.I do not mean to be unsympathetic, Mr.Valentine; but what can Isay?
VALENTINE (returning to her with all his recklessness of manner replaced by an engaging and chivalrous respect).You can say nothing, Miss Clandon.I beg your pardon: it was my own fault, or rather my own bad luck.You see, it all depended on your naturally liking me.(She is about to speak: he stops her deprecatingly.) Oh, I know you mustn't tell me whether you like me or not; but---GLORIA (her principles up in arms at once).Must not! Why not? Iam a free woman: why should I not tell you?
VALENTINE (pleading in terror, and retreating).Don't.I'm afraid to hear.
GLORIA (no longer scornful).You need not be afraid.I think you are sentimental, and a little foolish; but I like you.
VALENTINE (dropping into the iron chair as if crushed).Then it's all over.(He becomes the picture of despair.)GLORIA (puzzled, approaching him).But why?
VALENTINE.Because liking is not enough.Now that I think down into it seriously, I don't know whether I like you or not.
GLORIA (looking down at him with wondering concern).I'm sorry.
VALENTINE (in an agony of restrained passion).Oh, don't pity me.
Your voice is tearing my heart to pieces.Let me alone, Gloria.You go down into the very depths of me, troubling and stirring me---I can't struggle with it---I can't tell you---GLORIA (breaking down suddenly).Oh, stop telling me what you feel:
I can't bear it.
VALENTINE (springing up triumphantly, the agonized voice now solid, ringing, and jubilant).Ah, it's come at last---my moment of courage.
(He seizes her hands: she looks at him in terror.) Our moment of courage! (He draws her to him; kisses her with impetuous strength; and laughs boyishly.) Now you've done it, Gloria.It's all over: we're in love with one another.(She can only gasp at him.) But what a dragon you were! And how hideously afraid I was!
PHILIP'S VOICE (calling from the beach).Valentine!
DOLLY'S VOICE.Mr.Valentine!
VALENTINE.Good-bye.Forgive me.(He rapidly kisses her hands, and runs away to the steps, where he meets Mrs.Clandon, ascending.Gloria, quite lost, can only start after him.)MRS.CLANDON.The children want you, Mr.Valentine.(She looks anxiously around.) Is he gone?
VALENTINE (puzzled).He? (Recollecting.) Oh, Crampton.Gone this long time, Mrs.Clandon.(He runs off buoyantly down the steps.)1
MRS.CLANDON (hurrying to her in alarm).What is it, dear?
GLORIA (with heartfelt, appealing reproach).Why didn't you educate me properly?
MRS.CLANDON (amazed).My child: I did my best.
GLORIA.Oh, you taught me nothing---nothing.
MRS.CLANDON.What is the matter with you?
GLORIA (with the most intense expression).Only shame---shame---shame.(Blushing unendurably, she covers her face with her hands and turns away from her mother.)END OF ACT II.
