I don't want them.
Margaret
(Going to bell and ringing.) Oh yes you do. They are more valuable right now than anything else in the world.
Knox
(Shaking his head.) I wish it hadn't happened.
Margaret
(Returning to him, pausing by his chair, and caressing his hair.) What?
Knox
This morning—your recovering the letters. I had adjusted myself to their loss, and the loss of the fight, and the finding of—you.
(He reaches up, draws down her hand, and presses it to his lips.) So—give them back to your father.