But, Gerald, remember I am nothing more. I don’t think I shall ever be a lady.
GERALD.
Always in my eyes!
MARGERY.
No, not even there. Only a woman.
GERALD.
I want you to be nothing less or more—only a woman!
[About to kiss her. Lady Wargrave, at back, bows her head, with her fan half spread before the Colonel’s face. Gerald kisses Margery.
CURTAIN.