Gray. Put ’em on. Sydney’s quite a wise child.
Margaret. [Luxuriously] Oh, I do love being spoiled.
Gray. You haven’t had so much of it, have you, Meg?
Margaret. [With a complete change of manner] Don’t!
Gray. What?
Margaret. Don’t call me Meg.
Gray. Why not?
Margaret. You never have before.
Gray. Don’t you see, I want a name for you that no-one else uses.
Margaret. [Close to him] Yes, yes, that no-one else has ever used. Not Meg. Not Margaret. Make a name of your own for me—new—new.