Lamb. That you’re a woman.
Annys. (Smiling.) Isn’t that enough?
Sigsby. Quite enough, Mrs. Chilvers, if the guv’nor would only say it.
Annys. (To Geoffrey.) Why don’t you? I’ll promise not to deny it.
(The others drift apart. They group themselves near to the window. They talk together—grow evidently interested and excited.)
Geoffrey. I have just had a letter from your—Election Agent, expressing indignation with one of my supporters for merely having hinted at the fact.
Annys. I don’t understand.
Geoffrey. (He takes from the table the letter and hands it to her in silence. He seats himself on the settee and watches her.)
Annys. (She seats herself on a chair just opposite to him; reads the letter through in silence.) In my case it does not apply.
Geoffrey. How do you know?