No; it is not that.
(Snapping his fingers.) That for him.
(Breaking down.) Oh, if I were only the man, and not the reformer! If I had no work to do!
Margaret
(Coming to the back of his chair and caressing his hair.) We can work together.
Knox
(Shaking his head under her fingers.) Don't! Don't!
(She persists, and lays her cheek against his.) You make it so hard. You tempt me so.
(He rises suddenly, takes her two hands in his, leads her gently to her chair, seats her, and reseats himself in desk-chair.) Listen. It is not your husband. But I have no right to you. Nor have you a right to me.
Margaret