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 : Don’t, Chris  don’t take on like that!



[He raises his head, looks into her face; his arm goes round her shoulders.

Kiss me.


 * No, Chris, we mustn’t. It’s not right.



(pleading desperately) : But, Chris, there’s your wife.

There’s no one in the world but you and me. The world’s mad mad  we're boy and girl again. Margaret, I love you. I told you down at Bray  that evening on the lawn by the river, with the sunset behind the church tower. It was yesterday last week  don’t you remember? You let me kiss you then you loved me, too

(weeping) : I know. I know. I did love you. I love you still. There, now I’ve said it. Oh, Chris!



[''He kisses her and holds her for a moment in his arms. Then she wrenches free and rises, still weeping''.

It’s wrong. We mustn’t. We’re not boy and girl it wasn’t last week. We’re both married we mustn’t.