That's what I do remember! [_Murmurs continue._] I am Gerald's wife! That's what she doesn't forgive me! [_Addressing MRS. SYLVESTER._] You call yourself a New Woman--you're not New at all. You're just as old as Eve. You only want one thing--the one thing every woman wants--the one thing that no woman's life's worth living without! A true man's love! Ah, if we all had that, there'd be no problem of the sexes then. I had it once. Heaven help me, I have lost it! I've done my best--it isn't much, but it's the best I can. I give it up! If you have robbed me of his love, my own is left to me; and if the future's yours, the past is mine. He loved me once, and I shall love him always! [_Exit, C._ ACT IV. _A Month Later._ SCENE:--_An orchard at Mapledurham. Farmhouse at back, C. Paths off, R. and L. front. A cluster of trees, R., at back. A few stumps of trees to serve as seats._ _MARGERY discovered, standing on a ladder placed against one of the trees, gathering apples, which she throws into a basket below. She is dressed in peasant costume._ _Enter ARMSTRONG, C._ ARMSTRONG. Margery! MARGERY. Yes, dad! ARMSTRONG [_comes underneath the tree and roars with laughter_]. Here's a slice of luck! That fellow in London wants the grey mare back again! MARGERY [_who has come down_]. The grey mare, father? ARMSTRONG. Old Dapple! you remember her? MARGERY. Of course! but what about her? ARMSTRONG. Bless me, haven't I told you? I sold old Dapple to a chap in London. MARGERY [_reproachfully_] You sold old Dapple? ARMSTRONG. She's too good for hereabouts. True, she's a splint on the off leg, but what's a splint? I sold her without warranty, and buyer took her with all faults, just as she stood. MARGERY. Well, dad? ARMSTRONG. Darn me, if the next day he didn't cry off his bargain! MARGERY [_thoughtfully_]. Poor Dapple! ARMSTRONG. Oh, says I, if you're not satisfied with her, I am. So, there's your money; give me back my mare. An Armstrong doesn't stand on warranties. MARGERY. No, daddy dear, and you don't mind the splint? ARMSTRONG. But Margery, you should have seen the screw he got in place of her! Ha, ha! she was _all_ splints! MARGERY. He's found that out? ARMSTRONG. And wants the old mare back! at my own price! MARGERY. This _is_ good news! For we were getting hard up, weren't we, father? ARMSTRONG. Ay, farming isn't what it used to be; and now that you won't let me take in visitors---- MARGERY. I never stopped you. ARMSTRONG. How about Captain Sylvester? MARGERY. Oh, him! ARMSTRONG. He's an old customer; and always seemed a civil-spoken gentleman enough. MARGERY. Too civil! ARMSTRONG. That's more than you were, Margery. You'd scarce say a word. MARGERY. He came for no good. ARMSTRONG. There's no harm in trout fishing--unless it's for the trout. MARGERY. I was the trout. ARMSTRONG.