THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
a moment she does not see them, then she stops suddenly.
Kitty : Oh . . . I beg your pardon.
Chris (startled) : Who is it?
Margaret : It’s your wife, Chris.
Kitty : Yes . . . I’m sorry to intrude.
[She turns back to the door.
Chris (kindly) : Don’t go, Kitty.
Kitty : Why? What have I to do with you . . . in here?
Chris : Kitty, don’t.
[He scrambles to his feet.
It’s all right. I want to tell you that I know it is all right. Margaret has explained it to me.
Kitty : You mean, I suppose, that you know I’m your wife. I’m pleased that you describe that as knowing “it’s all right,” and grateful that you should have accepted it at last—on Mrs. Grey’s authority. This is an occasion that would make any wife proud.
Chris (wounded) : Kitty!
Margaret (shocked into protest) : Oh, please . . .
Kitty (repentant): I’m sorry, I . . .
Margaret (faintly) : I must be going.
Chris : Going?
Margaret : Yes. I’ve my home to get back to.
Kitty : The car will take you back.
Margaret : I’m sure it’s very kind of you.
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