Peter. Then it's true. You don't love me. You don't believe in me.
Mar. I—I think I'll go home.
[Exit Margaret right, returning quickly with her hat, which she puts on. Peter watches her go and meets her as she returns.
Peter (appealingly). Margaret!
Mar. No, Peter. I can't do it.
Peter (acquiescing). Then—good-bye.
Mar. I shall see you often at the Committee Rooms. Don't tell me I mustn't work for you.
Peter. If it was only for myself I wouldn't have your help at any price. But, as you told us, you'll not be work-for me but for the cause. (Grandiloquently.) In the name of the cause I accept your help.
Mar. (simply). Thank you, Peter. I shall work hard. Good night, Mrs. Garside.
[Mrs. Garside makes no sign. Peter moves towards Margaret, checks himself, and she goes out.