Annys. (The atmosphere has grown suddenly oppressive.) Oh, I—I think we might find some other reason than that. (She hands him back the letter.)
Geoffrey. It’s the only one of any importance. It embraces all the others. Shall woman be mother—or politician? (He puts the letter in his pocket.)
Annys. Why cannot she be both?
Geoffrey. (He is looking at her searchingly.) Because if she is the one, she doesn’t want to be the other.
(A silence.)
Annys. You are wrong. It is the mother instinct that makes us politicians. We want to take care of the world.
Geoffrey. Exactly. You think man’s job more interesting than your own.
Annys. (After a moment.) Who told you that it was a man’s job?
Geoffrey. Well. (He shrugs his shoulders.) We can’t do yours.
Annys. Can’t we help each other?