Mar. It's been a crowded year for you. (Gesture from Peter.) Too crowded, yes, but there was glamour in it all. You've paid a price, but you've known the flavour of success. You've had your fun. I've spent my year in Midlandton—(Peter shudders)—a plaee where one can live, Peter. Oh, yes, one can. But I've been lonely here. A year's dropped from me sadly, slowly. I've kept myself alive and that, the daily round, is all my history, while you—well, never mind. The past is past. We're where we were a year ago, a little older, just a little less in love with life, but still we're here, Peter. You and I, just as we were before.
Peter. Just as we were?
Mar. Why not? Love understands. We're both a little scarred. We both need picking up and making whole. We need each other, Peter.
Peter. You need me! Margaret, you're not just putting it that way because——
Mar. Because it's true. We need each other badly.
Peter (taking her). Margaret!
Mar. So you will have me, Peter?
Peter. I think I always loved you, Margaret. Throughout the madness of my pride, behind it all, I think I never quite forgot the great reality of you. I've been ambition's drunkard, but behind the mist of self-deluded dream, the light shone dimly though. London brought me no peace.
Mar. I'll bring you peace.
Peter. I think you will. (From her.) Oh, but it's madness, madness, Margaret. What are we thinking of?