ANNYS. (_She comes to him_.) Don’t you love me enough to humour me a little—to put up with my vexing ways? I so want to help, to feel I am doing just a little, to make the world kinder. I know you can do it better, but I want so to be “in it.” (_She laughs_.) Let us forget all this. Wake up to-morrow morning with fresh hearts. You will be Member for East Poplar. And then you shall help me to win Manchester. (_She puts her hands upon his breast_: _she would have him take her in his arms_.) I am not strong enough to fight alone. GEOFFREY. I want you. Let Manchester find some one else. ANNYS. (_She draws away from him_.) And if I cannot—will not? GEOFFREY. I bring in my Bill on Monday. We’ll be quite frank about it. That is my price—you. I want you! ANNYS. You mean it comes to that: a whole cause dependent on a man and a woman! GEOFFREY. Yes, that is how the world is built. On each man and woman. “How does it shape my life, my hopes?” So will each make answer. (LADY MOGTON _enters_. _She stands silent_.) ELIZABETH. Is it over? LADY MOGTON. Annys Chilvers, 3,604—Geoffrey Chilvers, 3,590. (JANET _enters_.) JANET. (_She rushes to_ ANNYS, _embraces her_.) You’ve won, you’ve won! (_She flies to the window_, _opens it_, _and goes out on to the balcony_.) (PHOEBE _enters_, _followed by_ MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS.) PHOEBE. Is it true? LADY MOGTON. Pretty close. Majority of 14. MRS. MOUNTCALM-VILLIERS. For us? LADY MOGTON. For us. (JANET _by this time has announced the figures_. _There is heard a great burst of cheering_, _renewed again and again_.) JANET. (_Re-entering_.) They want you! They want you! (_Mingled with the cheering come cries of_ “_Speech_! _Speech_!”) LADY MOGTON. You must say something. (_The band strikes up_ “_The Conquering Hero_.” _The women crowd round_ ANNYS, _congratulating her_. GEOFFREY _stands apart_.) PHOEBE. (_Screaming above the din_.) Put on your cloak. JANET. (_Rushes and gets it_.) (_They wrap it round her_.) (ANNYS _goes out on to the balcony_, _followed by the other women_. ELIZABETH, _going last_, _fires a parting smile of triumph at_ GEOFFREY.) (_A renewed burst of cheering announces their arrival on the balcony_. _The crowd bursts into_ “_For She’s a Jolly Good Fellow_”—_the band_, _making a quick change_, _joins in_. GEOFFREY _remains centre_.) (JAWBONES _enters unobserved_. _The singing ends with three cheers_. ANNYS _is speaking_. GEOFFREY _turns and sees_ JAWBONES.) GEOFFREY. (_With a smile_.) Give me down my coat, will you? JAWBONES. (_He is sympathetic_. _He helps him on with it_.) Shall I get you a cab, sir? GEOFFREY. No, thanks. I’ll pick one up. (_He goes towards the door_, _then stops_.) Is there any other way out—not through the main entrance? JAWBONES. Yes, sir. There’s a side door opening on Woodstock Road. I’ll show it you.