Gray makes no answer.
Margaret. [With a new full note in her voice] Gray, I can come.
Gray. [Without moving] Can you, Margaret?
Margaret. [In heaven] I can come.
Gray. [Impassively] Are you sure?
Margaret. [In quick alarm] What do you mean?
Gray. [Stonily] Why, you could deny me. You’ve chopped and changed. I want proof that you’ve still a right to come.
Margaret. [Like a child] You’re angry with me?
Gray. No.
Margaret. You’re angry with me.