GEOFFREY. What about the children—are they going with him? MRS. CHINN. No, sir; I thought he would be better without them till everything is settled. GEOFFREY. Who is taking care of them—you? MRS. CHINN. Yes, sir. GEOFFREY. And the passage money—how much was that? MRS. CHINN. Four pound fifteen. GEOFFREY. Would you mind my coming in, as a friend? MRS. CHINN. Well, if you don’t mind, I’d rather not. I’ve always done everything for the children myself. It’s been a fad of mine. GEOFFREY. (_He makes a gesture of despair_.) You mothers! You’re so greedy. (_He holds out his hand_, _smiling_.) Goodbye. MRS. CHINN. (_She takes his hand in hers_.) God bless you, sir. And your good lady. GEOFFREY. (_As he takes her to the door_.) How will you get home? MRS. CHINN. I can get the Underground from Gower Street, sir. (_They go out talking about last trains and leaving the door open_. _The next moment the front door is heard to slam_.) (GEOFFREY _re-enters_.) (ANNYS _has moved round_, _so that coming back into the room he finds her there_.) GEOFFREY. How long have you been in? (_He closes the door_.) ANNYS. Only a few minutes—while you were at the telephone. I had to rest for a little while. Dr. Whitby brought me back in his motor. GEOFFREY. Was he down there? ANNYS. Phoebe had sent for him. I had been taken a little giddy earlier in the day. GEOFFREY. (_He grunts_. _He is fighting with his tenderness_.) Don’t wonder at it. All this overwork and excitement. ANNYS. I’m afraid I’ve been hurting you. GEOFFREY. (_Still growling_.) Both been hurting each other, I expect. ANNYS. (_She smiles_.) It’s so easy to hurt those that love us. (_She makes a little movement_, _feebly stretches out her arms to him_. _Wondering_, _he comes across to her_. _She draws him down beside her_, _takes his arms and places them about her_.) I want to feel that I belong to you. That you are strong. That I can rest upon you. GEOFFREY. (_He cannot understand_.) But only an hour ago—(_He looks at her_.) Have you, too, turned traitor to the Woman’s Cause? ANNYS. (_She answers smiling_.) No. But woman, dear, is a much more complicated person than I thought her. It is only in this hour that God has revealed her to me. (_She draws him closer_.) I want you, dear—dear husband. Take care of us—both, won’t you? I love you, I love you. I did not know how much. GEOFFREY. (_He gathers her to him_, _kissing her_, _crooning over her_.) Oh, my dear, my dear! My little one, my love, my wife! ANNYS. (_She is laughing_, _crying_.) But, Geoffrey, dear— (_He tries to calm her_.) No, let me. I want to— And then I’ll be quite good, I promise— It’s only fair to warn you. When I’m strong and can think again, I shall still want the vote. I shall want it more than ever.