(Knox accompanies her silently to the door and places hand on knob.) I wish I had something of you to have with me always—a photograph, that little one, you remember, which I liked so. (She nods.) Don't run the risk of sending it by messenger. Just mail it ordinarily.
Margaret
I shall mail it to-morrow. I'll drop it in the box myself.
Knox
(Kissing her hand.) Good-bye.
Margaret
(lingeringly.) But oh, my dear, I am glad and proud for what has happened. I would not erase a single line of it.
(She indicates for Knox to open door, which he does, but which he immediately closes as she continues speaking.) There must be immortality. There must be a future life where you and I shall meet again. Good-bye.
(They press each other's hands.)
(Exit Margaret.)