Margaret: An enthusiast about freedom.
Gwen: How old?
Margaret: About thirty. We walked among mountains and talked a great deal, and when it was getting dark, we reached an inn. And there we had dinner, and there we stopped.
Gwen: Did you love him very much?
Margaret: No. I was curious.
Gwen: Yes.
Margaret: It’s queer. We hadn’t got love, which nowadays seems to me the only justification—yet I’ve never had any regrets.
Frankie: Haven’t you?
Margaret: We were full of air and sky, and ideas for making the world better; probably very silly, but quite genuine. And he was very gentle and understanding.
Frankie: What happened when you did meet the others?