(_After laughing incredulously and sipping his whiskey._) Well, Knox, neither of us wins. You don't get the woman. Neither do I. She remains under my roof, and I fancy that is about all. I won't divorce her. What's the good? But I've got her tied hard and fast by Tommy. You won't get her. (_Knox, ignoring hint, goes to right rear and pauses in doorway._) {Margaret} Work. Bravely work. You are my knight. Go. (_Knox makes exit._) (_Margaret stands quietly, face averted from audience and turned toward where Knox was last to be seen._) {Chalmers} Madge. (_Margaret neither moves nor answers._) I say, Madge. (_He stands up and moves toward her, holding whiskey glass in one hand._) That speech is going to make a devil of a row. But I don't think it will be so bad as your father says. It looks pretty dark, but such things blow over. They always do blow over. And so with you and me. Maybe we can manage to forget all this and patch it up somehow. (_She gives no sign that she is aware of his existence._) Why don't you speak? (_Pause._) (_He touches her arm._) Madge. {Margaret} (_Turning upon him in a blase of wrath and with unutterable loathing._) Don't touch me! (_Chalmers recoils._) Curtain