Mar. We'll pay together then.
Peter. I can't go back.
Mar. A man can do things for his woman, Peter, when he can't do them for himself.
Peter. You want me to go back?
Mar. Yes, Peter, back to the starting-place.
Peter. It's a bitter pill.
Mar. But won't you swallow it—for me? For my sake, Peter.
Peter. Yes, Margaret, you've won. I'll go back if they'll have me.
Mar. Thank you, Peter.
Peter. Don't thank me, dear. It's——