RUTH. Is there another?
MARTIN. Yes. Loose my hands and I——
GUY. I think not, Kelsall. So. You are Ruth and Martin to each other, are you? And Ruth met Martin on the moors to-night. Ruth is my wife, and Martin—Martin is—— (He approaches with fist clenched to strike.)
RUTH (in front of Martin, protecting him). Martin is the man I should have married if——
GUY (restraining himself with the mastery of one who feels he can take his time). If you hadn't seen a better chance in me.
MARTIN. A better chance!
RUTH (with a protective arm across his chest, watching Guy by fire, over her shoulder). Yes, Martin, for it was a chance.
MARTIN (bitterly) What have you made of it?
RUTH. Oh, in the end it comes to this. Could it have come to any other thing?
MARTIN. We might have had this time together, Ruth. Some sort of happiness, some little sort.