I want you to see me as a woman. I want you to think of me as a woman. I want you mad for me.
(She holds out her arms, the cloak slipping from them.)
I want—don't you see what I want?——
(Knox sinks back in chair, attempting to shield his eyes with his hand.)
(Slipping cloak fully back from her again.)
Look at me.
Knox
(Looking, coming to his feet, and approaching her, with extended arms, murmuring softly.) Margaret. Margaret.
(Margaret rises to meet him, and they are clasped in each other's arms.)
(Hubbard, peering forth through door, looks at them with an expression of cynical amusement. His gaze wan-ders, and he sees the documents, within arm's reach, on top of bookcase. He picks up documents, holds them to the light of stage to glance at them, and, with triumphant expression on face, disappears and closes door.)