THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
Margaret : Don’t . . . don’t . . . don’t take on like that. It had to be. He’s cured. That’s all that matters. He’s a man again.
[She rises.
I must go home.
Jenny : Mrs. Grey, your husband’s here.
Margaret : William . . . here?
Jenny : Yes . . . you forgot your umbrella. He came to bring it for you.
Margaret : Wasn’t that thoughtful of him? He’s like that, you know.
Jenny : I’ll see about the car.
Margaret : No, don’t . . . please. I’d rather walk this afternoon. I would really. It’s the last time.
[She looks round, saying a silent good-bye to the room.
I knew it couldn’t last.
Jenny : I wish I could say something.
Margaret : Don’t . . . don’t try. There’s nothing to say. It had to be. Good-bye, my dear. You'll be kind to him.
[The two women kiss and remain still for a moment. Then Margaret gently releases herself.
I’ll get my things. Where is William?
Jenny : In the library. I'll tell him. I’ll bring your things.
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