Annys. You mean it comes to that: a whole cause dependent on a man and a woman!
Geoffrey. Yes, that is how the world is built. On each man and woman. “How does it shape my life, my hopes?” So will each make answer.
(Lady Mogton enters. She stands silent.)
Elizabeth. Is it over?
Lady Mogton. Annys Chilvers, 3,604—Geoffrey Chilvers, 3,590.
(Janet enters.)
Janet. (She rushes to Annys, embraces her.) You’ve won, you’ve won! (She flies to the window, opens it, and goes out on to the balcony.)
(Phoebe enters, followed by Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers.)
Phoebe. Is it true?
Lady Mogton. Pretty close. Majority of 14.