Knox
(Passionately, looking about him wildly as if in search of something.) What shall we do?
(Suddenly releasing her and sinking back in his own chair almost in collapse.) No. It cannot be. It is impossible. Oh, why could we not have met long ago? We would have worked together. What a comradeship it would have been.
Margaret
But it is not too late.
Knox
I have no right to you.
Margaret
(Misunderstanding. ) My husband? He has not been my husband for years. He has no rights. Who, but you whom I love, has any rights?
Knox