THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
Chris : Margaret!
Margaret : Oh, I shouldn’t have come, I know that.
Chris : Don’t say that, for God’s sake. If you hadn’t come, I should have gone mad. Didn’t you want to come?
Margaret : Oh, yes . . . so badly.
Chris : Well, then.
Margaret : But, Chris . . . one can’t always do what one wants in life. One can’t hurt other people . . . can one? Can one?
Chris : No, I suppose not.
Margaret : You wouldn’t want to; you were always so kind and thoughtful. Oh, Chris, it’s no use. But it’s so awful . . . it’s like being shown a second chance and not allowed to take it. I must go away.
Chris : No . . . oh, no. Margaret . . . you mustn’t go. I shan’t be able to bear it. You can’t leave me . . . you mustn’t. I shall go mad!
Margaret (wringing her hands) : Oh, I don’t know what to do. I want to stay . . . I do want to stay . . . but it isn’t right.
Chris : Why? There’s no harm in our being together.
Margaret : Your wife, Chris.
Chris : She asked you to come to-day. She said I might see as much of you as I liked.
Margaret : Oh, poor thing. Chris, dear, listen.
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