Love! You love me, an actress in a fly-by-night company, a variety artist at the Gayety! What would they say at home ?" "I know you." "Ah, but you do not in the least," her voice grown steady and serious.
"That is the whole trouble.

You do not in the least know me.

I am not even what you imagine me to be.

I am a fraud, a cheat, a masquerader.
Know me! Why, if you did, instead of speaking words of love you would despise; instead of seeking, you would run away.

Oh, let us end this farce forever; it is as painful to myself as to you.