Geoffrey. (He grunts. He is fighting with his tenderness.) Don’t wonder at it. All this overwork and excitement.
Annys. I’m afraid I’ve been hurting you.
Geoffrey. (Still growling.) Both been hurting each other, I expect.
Annys. (She smiles.) It’s so easy to hurt those that love us.
(She makes a little movement, feebly stretches out her arms to him. Wondering, he comes across to her. She draws him down beside her, takes his arms and places them about her.) I want to feel that I belong to you. That you are strong. That I can rest upon you.
Geoffrey. (He cannot understand.) But only an hour ago—(He looks at her.) Have you, too, turned traitor to the Woman’s Cause?
Annys. (She answers smiling.) No. But woman, dear, is a much more complicated person than I thought her. It is only in this hour that God has revealed her to me. (She draws him closer.) I want you, dear—dear husband. Take care of us—both, won’t you? I love you, I love you. I did not know how much.
Geoffrey. (He gathers her to him, kissing her, crooning over her.) Oh, my dear, my dear! My little one, my love, my wife!
Annys. (She is laughing, crying.) But, Geoffrey, dear—
(He tries to calm her.)