Stonor (looks at her with wondering pity). Lord! how you care!
Miss L. (touched by his moved face). Don't be so sad. Shall I tell you a secret? Jean's ardent dreams needn't frighten you, if she has a child. That—from the beginning, it was not the strong arm—it was the weakest—the little, little arms that subdued the fiercest of us.
(Stonor puts out a pitying hand uncertainly towards her. She does not take it, but speaks with great gentleness.)
You will have other children, Geoffrey—for me there was to be only one. Well, well—(she brushes her tears away)—since men alone have tried and failed to make a decent world for the little children to live in—it's as well some of us are childless. (Quietly taking up her hat and cloak.) Yes, we are the ones who have no excuse for standing aloof from the fight.
Stonor. Vida!
Miss L. What?
Stonor. You've forgotten something. (As she looks back he is signing the message.) This.
(She goes out silently with the "political dynamite" in her hand.)
Curtain.