It is not myself alone, nor all my people. A moment ago you said no one but I had any right to you. You were wrong. Your child—
Margaret
(In sudden pain, pleadingly.) Don't!
Knox
I must. I must save myself—and you. Tommy has rights in you. Theft again. What other name for it if you steal your happiness from him?
Margaret
(Bending her head forward on her hand and weeping.) I have been so lonely—and then you—you came, and the world grew bright and warm—a few short minutes ago you held me—in your arms—a few short minutes ago and it seemed my dream of happiness had come true—and now you dash it from me—
Knox
(Struggling to control himself now that she is no longer looking at him.) No; I ask you to dash it from yourself. I am not too strong. You must help me. You must call your child to your aid in helping me. I could go mad for you now—
(Rising impulsively and coming to her with arms outstretched to clasp her.) Right now—