Mar. (taking both his hands). A great thing, Peter.
Peter. Oh, but I was lucky in my papers.
Mar. No, you just deserve it all.
Peter (dropping her hands). Up to the end I didn't know. I thought I'd failed. And here I'm through first class. I've beaten men I never hoped to equal. I've called myself a swollen-headed fool for dreaming to compete with them, and now——
Mrs. G. Now you've justified my faith. I never doubted you—like Margaret did.
Peter (looking from her to Margaret). Margaret did?
Mar. I didn't dare to hope for this, Peter—at a first attempt.
Mrs. G. (contemptuously). She didn't dare. But I did. I dared, Peter, I knew.
Peter (putting his arm over her shoulder). Oh, mother, mother! But Margaret was right, if I hadn't had such luck in the papers I——
Mrs. G. (slipping from him and going to where her cape and bonnet hang on the door right). It wasn't luck. Even Margaret said you deserved it all.