Knox
(Springing at him.) You cur!
Margaret
(Interposing.) No; don't. His heart.
Chalmers
(Mimicking Margaret.) No dramatics, please.
Margaret
(Plaintively, looking from one man to the other.) Men are so strangely and wonderfully made. What am I to do with the pair of you? Why won't you reason together like rational human beings?
Chalmers
(Bitterly gay, rising to his feet.) Yes; let us come and reason together. Be rational. Sit down and talk it over like civilized humans. This is not the stone age. Be reassured, Mr. Knox. I won't brain you. Margaret—