Svengali1931

Svengali:
Svengali will go to London himself! Where he will be all alone on a platform. And Princesses. And Countesses. And serene Highnesses will fling him their jewels, and applaud, and invite him to their palaces. And he will take you with him. I never look at them. Ah, we could be so happy. Look at me, in the eyes. Open your eyes.

Trilby O'Farrell:
Oh, I do love you!

Svengali:
Close your eyes.

Trilby O'Farrell:
I love...

Svengali:
Ah, don't say it! You are beautiful, my manufactured love. But it is only Svengali talking to himself again.