GILBERT: Copied them?
MARGARET: Yes.
GILBERT: Copied them! These letters to me, which seemed
ritten in Trembling haste - "One more word ere I go to
loop - my eyes arechering", and then when her eyes were
aght shut, she made a sough draft of them!
MARGARET: Well, are you perhaps, complaining about it?
GILBERT: I might have known it. I ought to be glad
that they were not taken from lodel Letter Uriter for Lovers.
dow everything humbles about my ears! The whole past ruine;
###he copied her letters!
MARGARET: But he glad; who knows but what these letters
will be the only things which remain of you.
GILBERT: And incidentally, that is a very fatal thing
MARGARET: Why?
GILBERT: (Points to his book) They are in that too.
MARGAHET! Vhat? Where?
GILBERT: In my novel.
MARGARET: What is in your novel?
GILBERT: Our letters, yours and mine.
MARGARET: And where did you get yours? I have those -
Ah, you see, you oopied them too!
GILBERT: Oh, no, I just transoribed them before sending