Margaret. I mean—Hilary. I’ve got to put him first because—because he’s weak. You—you’re strong.
Gray. Not strong enough to do without my birthright. I want my wife and my children. I’ve waited a long while for you. Now you must come.
Sydney comes down the stairs, a red furred cloak over her arm. She pauses a few steps from the bottom, afraid to break in on them.
Margaret. If Hilary’s left alone he’ll go mad again.
Gray. Margaret—come.
Margaret. How can I?
Gray. Margaret, my own heart—come.
Margaret. You oughtn’t to torture me. I’ve got to do what’s right.
Gray. [Darkening] Are you coming with me? I shan’t ask it again.
Margaret. Oh, God—You hear him! What am I to do?