Margaret. Pommy is the man I live with.
Fenton. Your husband!
Margaret. No, we just live together. You see, we don't believe in marriage.
Fenton [pushing her away in horror]. I thought there was something queer about all this. Does he live here?
Margaret. Yes. [Points to door.] He's in there now.
Fenton [excitedly]. Good night! I'm goin'.
[Looks for hat.]
Margaret [speaking with real anguish]. You're surely not going just on that account.
Fenton [taking hat and bag]. Isn't that enough?
Margaret [emotionally]. Please don't go. Listen, I can't suppress my feeling for you; I never do with anybody. I liked you the moment I saw you, I want you as a friend, a good friend. You can't go now, just when everything's about to begin.