Margaret
We were good friends, your mother and I—and women. That's why she told me. And I think I reassured her.
Roger
Oh! She did seem to get mightily comforted, just at the last. I never understood why.
Margaret
I thank heaven I really did that!—And when I looked out the window and saw you standing here, I had to come over. I knew it wasn't your mother's death that was hurting you, but—but your brother's.
Roger
Arthur ... I'm glad the accident happened after she died.
Margaret
Yes. But there's something else. Something that hurts. You've got to tell me. Everything. Don't be afraid. Face it.