LAMB. (_After a moment’s silence_.) Quite sure you do? GEOFFREY. (_Turns_.) LAMB. Ever seen a sheep fighting mad? I have. Damned sight worse than the old ram. GEOFFREY. She doesn’t fight the ram. LAMB. (_He makes a sweeping movement that takes in the room_, _the election—all things_.) What’s all this? We thought woman hadn’t got the fighting instinct—that we “knew her.” My boy, we’re in the infants’ class. SIGSBY. If you want to be his Majesty’s Under-Secretary for Home Affairs, you take my tip, guv’nor, you’ll win this election. GEOFFREY. What more can I do than I’m doing? How can I countenance this sort of thing? (_He indicates the posters_.) Declare myself dead against the whole movement? LAMB. You’ll do it later. May as well do it soon. GEOFFREY. Why must I do it? LAMB. Because you’re beginning to find out what it means. (_A pause_. _The door is open_. ANNYS _is standing there_.) ANNYS. Dare we venture into the enemy’s camp? (_She enters_, _laughing_, _followed by_ ELIZABETH _and_ PHOEBE. ANNYS is somewhat changed _from the grave_, _dreamy_ ANNYS _of a short week ago_. _She is brimming over with vitality—excitement_. _There is a decisiveness_, _an egoism_, _about her that seems new to her_. _The women’s skirts make a flutter_. _A breeze seems to have entered_. ANNYS _runs to her husband_. _For the moment the election fades away_. _They are all smiles_, _tenderness for one another_.) ANNYS. Don’t tell, will you? Mamma would be so shocked. Do you know you haven’t been near me for three days? GEOFFREY. Umph! I like that. Where were you last night? ANNYS. Last night? In the neighbourhood of Leicester Square till three o’clock. Oh, Geoff, there’s such a lot wants altering! (_She turns to greet the others_.) GEOFFREY. Your ruining your health won’t do it. You’re looking fagged to death. ANNYS. (_She shakes hands with_ SIGSBY.) How are you? (_To_ LAMB.) I’m so glad you’re helping him. (_She turns again to_ GEOFFREY.) Pure imagination, dearest. I never felt better in my life. GEOFFREY. Umph! Look at all those lines underneath your eyes. (_He shakes hands with_ ELIZABETH.) How do you do? (_To_ PHOEBE.) How are you? ANNYS. (_She comes back to him—makes to smooth the lines from his forehead_.) Look at all those, there. We’ll run away together for a holiday, when it’s all over. What are you doing this evening? SIGSBY. You promised to speak at a Smoker to-night; the Bow and Bromley Buffaloes. ANNYS. Oh, bother the Buffaloes. Take me out to dinner. I am free after seven. (MRS. CHINN _has entered—is arranging the table for tea_. ANNYS _goes to her_.) How are you, Mrs. Chinn? MRS. CHINN. (_She wipes her hand on her apron before taking_ ANNYS’S _proffered hand_.) GEOFFREY. (_To_ SIGSBY.) I can turn up there later in the evening. (_He joins the others for a moment—talks with them_.)