Because why?
Clive. Because I always thought that fairy somehow must be the most
beautiful creature in all the world--that is "why and because." Do not
make me Mayfair curtsies. You know whether you are good-looking or not:
and how long I have thought you so. I remember when I thought I would
like to be Ethel's knight, and that if there was anything she would have
me do, I would try and achieve it in order to please her. I remember when
I was so ignorant I did not know there was any difference in rank between
us.
Ethel. Ah, Clive!
Clive. Now it is altered. Now I know the difference between a poor
painter and a young lady of the world. Why haven't I a title and a great
fortune? Why did I ever see you, Ethel; or, knowing the distance which it
seems fate has placed between us, why have I seen you again?
Ethel (innocently). Have I ever made any difference between us? Whenever
I may see you, am I not too glad? Don't I see you sometimes when I should
not--no--I do not say when I should not; but when others, whom I am bound
to obey, forbid me? What harm is there in my remembering old days? Why
should I be ashamed of our relationship?--no, not ashamed--shy should I
forget it? Don't do that, sir; we have shaken hands twice already.
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