Margaret. About the divorce. About you and me. He thinks it’s all—as he left it.
Gray. [Incredulously] You’ve said nothing?
Margaret. He’s like a lost child come home. Do you think I want to send him crazy again? He—
Gray. [With a certain anger] You’ve said nothing?
Margaret. Not yet.
Gray. You’ll come away with me at once.
Margaret. I can’t. I’ve got to think of Hilary.
Gray. You’ve got to think of me.
Margaret. I am you. But I’ve done him so much injury—
Gray. You’ve done Fairfield injury? You little saint!