Knox
(Pleading for a decision.) Margaret.
Margaret
Howard. Don't tempt me and press me. It is hard enough as it is.
Chalmers
(Standing up.) I've had enough of this. The thing must be settled, and I leave it to you, Knox. Go on with your love-making. But I won't be a witness to it. Perhaps I—er—retard the—er—the flame process. You two must make up your minds, and you can do it better without me. I am going to get a drink and settle my nerves. I'll be back in a minute.
(He moves toward exit to right.) She will yield, Knox. Be warm, be warm.
(Pausing in doorway.) Ah, you flame! Flame to some purpose. (Exit Chalmers.)
(Knox rests his head despairingly on his hand, and Margaret, pausing and looking at him sadly for a moment, crosses to him, stands beside him, and caresses his hair.)
Margaret