ANNYS. (_Kisses her_.) You showed me the whole thing in a new light. You were splendid. (_She turns to_ ELIZABETH.) Didn’t I tell you he would convert you? ELIZABETH. I was wrong to judge all men guilty. There are also—the innocent. ANNYS. (_For a moment—but a moment only—she is pleased_. _Then the doubtful meaning of_ ELIZABETH’S _words strikes her_.) (_Enter_ HAKE.) ANNYS. (_She has to dismiss_ ELIZABETH.) Oh, Hake—(_To_ LADY MOGTON.) You’ll want a cab, won’t you, mamma? LADY MOGTON. A taxi— Goodbye, everybody. (_She sails out_.) MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. I have my carriage. (_To_ ELIZABETH.) Can I give you a lift? ELIZABETH. Thank you. (_To_ GEOFFREY.) We shall meet again. GEOFFREY. I feel sure of it. (MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS _and_ ELIZABETH _go out_.) PHOEBE. (_To_ HAKE.) Are Miss Blake’s things dry yet? JANET. They’ll be quite all right, dear. Please don’t trouble. (_She advances a timid hand to_ GEOFFREY.) Goodbye, Mr. Chilvers. GEOFFREY. (_He takes it smiling_.) Goodbye. (_She goes out_; HAKE _follows_.) PHOEBE. Goodbye, old boy. (_They shake hands_.) Don’t you let her walk over you. Make her fight. ANNYS. (_Laughing_.) Don’t you worry about that. ST. HERBERT. Would you care to look through McCaw v. Potts? (_He has the papers in his hand_.) GEOFFREY. I’ll ask you for it when I want it. PHOEBE. (_At door_.) You’ll be alone this evening? ANNYS. Yes. Come in to dinner. PHOEBE. All right. Goodbye. ST. HERBERT. Goodbye. (GEOFFREY _and_ ANNYS _answer them_. _They go out_, _closing the door_. GEOFFREY _is by the fire_. ANNYS _comes to him_.) ANNYS. (_She puts her arms round him_.) You don’t mind? GEOFFREY. (_He holds her at arms’ length—looking into her eyes and smiling_.) I believe you are looking forward to it. ANNYS. Do you know how long we have been married? Eight years. And do you know, sir, that all that time we have never had a difference? Don’t you think it will be good for you? GEOFFREY. Do you know _why_ we have never had a difference? Because you have always had your own way. ANNYS. Oh! GEOFFREY. You have got so used to it, you don’t notice it. ANNYS. Then it will be good for me. I must learn to suffer opposition. (_She laughs_.) GEOFFREY. You won’t like it. ANNYS. Do you know, I’m not at all sure that I shan’t. (_Unconsciously they let loose of one another_.) You see, I shall have the right of hitting back. (_Again she laughs_.) GEOFFREY. (_Also laughingly_.) Is woman going to develop the fighting instinct? ANNYS. I wonder. (_A moment’s silence_.) GEOFFREY. The difficulty in our case is there seems nothing to fight about. ANNYS. We must think of something. (_Laughs_.) GEOFFREY. What line are you going to take—what is your argument: why they should vote for you in preference to me?