Don't be more melodramatic than you can help because, as you know, I am cursed with a sense of humour, but don't stand there saying nothing." He raised his eyes and looked at her in silence, an alternative which she found it hard to endure.

Then, after a moment's shivering recoil into her chair, she sprang to her feet.
"Listen," she cried passionately, "I don't care what you think! I tell you that if you were really a man, if you had a man's heart in your body, you'd have sinned yourself before now--robbed some one, murdered them, torn the things that make life from the fate that refuses to give them.
What is it they pay you," she went on contemptuously, "at that miserable art school of yours?
Sixty pounds a year! How much do you get to eat and drink out of that?
What sort of clothes have you to wear?
Are you content?
Yet even you have been better off than I.You have always your chance.

Your play may be accepted or your stories published.

I haven't even had that forlorn hope.

But even you, Philip, may wait too long.
There are too many laws, nowadays, for life to be lived naturally.