Sandy
Didn’t she mean all she said?
Sorel
No, not really; we none of us ever mean anything.
Sandy
She seemed awfully upset.
Sorel
It must have been a slight shock for her to discover us clasped tightly in each other’s arms.
Sandy
I believe I do love you, Sorel.
Sorel
A month ago I should have let you go on believing that, but now I can’t—I’m bent on improving myself.
Sandy
I don’t understand.
Sorel
Never mind—it doesn’t matter. You just fell a victim to the atmosphere, that’s all. There we were alone in the library, with the windows wide open, and probably a nightingale somewhere about—
Sandy
I only heard a cuckoo.