(Vehemently.) No, no! As you are. Let me feast my eyes upon you who are mine. I must be dreaming.
Margaret
(With a low, satisfied laugh of triumph.) Oh, you men! As of old, and as forever, you must be wooed through your senses. Did I display the wisdom of an Hypatia, the science of a Madam Curie, yet would you keep your iron control, throttling the voice of your heart with silence. But let me for a moment be Lilith, for a moment lay aside this garment constructed for the purpose of keeping out the chill of night, and on the instant you are fire and aflame, all voluble with love's desire.
Knox
(Protestingly.) Margaret! It is not fair!
Margaret
I love you—and—you?
Knox
(Fervently and reverently.) I love you.
Margaret