Gray. Well, you’re getting one new name pretty soon, anyhow.
Margaret. Yes. New year—new name—new life. [In his arms] Oh, Gray, is thirty-five very old?
Gray. Not when you say it.
Margaret. Oh, Gray, we’ve time for everything still?
Gray. Time for everything. [He laughs] Except church, my child! Do you really insist on going?
Margaret. Aunt Hester will be horrified if I don’t. Besides— [She comes back to the table and begins putting the papers together.]
Gray. What?
Margaret. I suppose you’ll think me a fool—
Gray. Shall I?
Margaret. Oh, Gray, for the first time in my life I’m happy. I want to say—