Harvey monologue — Five Little Plays

[_Doggedly._] Yes--it would. She's very fond of me, that's the truth. I know that I've been to blame--but it's too late for that now. She's romantic, of course--what you'd call sentimental. I dare say I've played on her feelings--she saw I was lonely. She has a side that you've never suspected--a tender, sensitive side--she has ideals.... Well, do you realise what it would mean, with a girl like that? No one knows her as I do. I'm quite startled sometimes, to find how fond she is of me. Oh, have some sympathy! It's difficult, I know--it's terribly difficult. But she loves me--that's the truth--and a young girl's love--why, she might throw herself into the river! Oh yes, you smile--but she might! What do _you_ know of life, with your Blue-books? Anyhow, I daren't risk it. By-and-by--there's no hurry, is there? And I put it to you--be merciful! You're not the ordinary woman--you have a brain--you're not conventional. Don't act like the others. Don't drive this girl out of the house. It would end in tragedy. Believe it!