(Rising and going toward her impulsively.) (Margaret rises and retreats, holding him off.) I want you—you—you.
(He catches her hand and kisses it. She tears it away from him, but tenderly.)
Margaret
(Still retreating, roguishly and tenderly.) Dear, dear man, I love to see you so. But it cannot be.
(Looking anxiously toward right rear.) No, no, please, please sit down.
(Enter Linda from right rear. She is dressed for the street.)
Margaret
(Surprised.) Where are you going?
Linda
Tommy and the nurse and I were going down town. There is some shopping she wants to do.