(Muttering weakly.) My heart! My heart!
Knox
(Approaching.) Can I do anything?
Margaret
(Calmly.) No; it is all right. He will be better presently.
(She is bending over Chalmers, her hand on his wrist, when suddenly, as a sign he is recovering, he violently flings her hand off and straightens up.)
Knox
(Undecidedly.) I shall go now.
Margaret
No. You will wait until Linda comes back. Besides, you can't run away from this and leave me alone to face it.