Mrs. G. That's it, Peter. That's your Margaret all over. All she cares about is herself.
Peter (ignoring her—to Margaret). Nothing's going to interfere with that. Nothing on earth. You needn't fear. We're to be married in a month. Exactly as we fixed just now. A month? It'll come in the thick of the fight.
Mar. We can't be married while the election's on.
Peter (thinking aloud, enthusiastically). Oh, but we must. We must. I hadn't thought of that. Weddings are always popular. See what an advertisement it will be.
Mar. (quietly). We won't use our love to advertise your candidature, Peter.
Mrs. G. To hear you talk, it might be something you're ashamed of.
Peter. It's throwing away a golden opportunity.
Mar. I'm sorry, Peter. But I can't do that.
Mrs. G. Won't, you mean. You want to see him defeated.
Mar. (with quiet force). I shall work till I drop to help him on to victory.