Margaret
(Significantly.) You attend to that, Linda. Nobody must know—this.
(Linda nods.)
(Linda and Tommy make exit to right.)
(Margaret, seated, slips back her cloak, revealing herself in evening gown, and looks at Knox sumptuously, lovingly, and willingly.)
Knox
(Inflamed by the sight of her.) Don't! Don't! I can't stand it. Such sight of you fills me with madness.
(Margaret laughs low and triumphantly.) I don't want to think of you as a woman. I must not. Allow me.
(He rises and attempts to draw cloak about her shoulders, but she resists him. Yet does he succeed in partly cloaking her.)
Margaret