Peter. You inspired me. You helped me on. You kept me at it when my courage failed. When I wanted to slack you came and worked with me. It was your idea from the first.
Mar. My idea but your deed.
Peter (sitting centre, behind table). I've had dreams of this. Dreams of success. I never thought it would come. It was there on the horizon—a far-off nebulous dream.
Mar. (standing right). It's a reality to-day.
Peter. Yes. It's a reality to day. I've done the task you set me. I've proved my class as good as theirs. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
Mar. I wanted you to win, Peter.
Peter. I've won because you wanted it, because after I won I knew that you—— (Rising.) Has it been wearisome to wait, Margaret? I had the work, lectures, study. You had the tedious clays of teaching idiotic middle-class facts to idiotic middle-class children, and evenings when you ought to have had me and didn't because I couldn't lose a single precious moment's chance of study.
Mar. That's clean forgotten. To-night is worth it all.
Peter. To-night, and the future, Margaret.
Mar. (solemnly). Yes, the future, Peter.