CHARLEY. There’s no hurry.
MAGGIE is looking at the map.
MAGGIE. It’s a big place.
CHARLEY. Um. A chance to get some fresh air there.
MAGGIE. [turning.] So you’re not going after all?
CHARLEY. Oh—er—how can I, Mag?
MAGGIE. It means such a lot, of course.
CHARLEY. Courage or cheek—I don’t know which. Of course, it’s quite a mad idea—any fool can see that.
MAGGIE. You’re not a fool. It’s the others who’re fools. If only you could hold out a little longer. Lil would be all right. She might fret a little at first—but she’s the clinging sort—
CHARLEY. But think what everybody would say!