Geoffrey. As, for instance, in this election! (He gives a short laugh.)
Annys. Of course, this is an exceptional case.
Geoffrey. It’s an epitome of the whole question. You are trying to take my job away from me. To the neglect of your own.
Annys. (After another moment’s silence.) Haven’t I always tried to do my duty?
Geoffrey. I have thought so.
Annys. Oh, my dear, we mustn’t quarrel. You will win this election. I want you to win it. Next time we must fight side by side again.
Geoffrey. Don’t you see? Fighting you means fighting the whole movement. (He indicates the posters pinned to the walls.) That sort of thing.
Annys. (After a brief inspection.) Not that way. (Shaking her head.) It would break my heart for you to turn against us. Win because you are the better man. (Smiling.) I want you to be the better man.
Geoffrey. I would rather be your husband.
Annys. (Smiling.) Isn’t that the same thing?