(He stands up and moves toward her, holding whiskey glass in one hand.) That speech is going to make a devil of a row. But I don't think it will be so bad as your father says. It looks pretty dark, but such things blow over. They always do blow over. And so with you and me. Maybe we can manage to forget all this and patch it up somehow.
(She gives no sign that she is aware of his existence.) Why don't you speak? (Pause.)
(He touches her arm.) Madge.
Margaret
(Turning upon him in a blase of wrath and with unutterable loathing.)
Don't touch me!
(Chalmers recoils.)
Curtain