and had
your lips on mine. The memory of it will be sweet always.

(_She draws her cloak around her, and rises._)

(_Knox rises._) You are right. The future belongs to the children.
There lies duty--yours, and mine in my small way. I am going now.
We must not see each other ever again. We must work--and forget.
But remember, my heart goes with you into the fight. My prayers
will accompany every stroke.

(_She hesitates, pauses, draws her cloak thoroughly around her in
evidence of departure._) Dear--will you kiss me--once--one last
time? (_There is no passion in this kiss, which is the kiss of
renunciation. Margaret herself terminates the embrace._)

(_Knox accompanies her silently to the door and places hand on
knob._) I wish I had something of you to have with me always--a
photograph, that little one, you remember, which I liked so. (_She
nods._) Don't run the risk of sending it by messenger. Just mail
it ordinarily.

{Margaret}

I shall mail it to-morrow. I'll drop it in the box myself.

{Knox}

(_Kissing her hand._) Good-bye.

{Margaret}

(_lingeringly._) But oh, my dear, I am glad and proud for what has
happened. I would not erase a single line of it.

(_She indicates for Knox to open door, which he does, but which
he immediately closes as she continues speaking._) There must be
immortality. There must be a future life where you and I shall
meet again. Good-bye.

(_They press each other's hands._)

(_Exit Margaret._)

(_Knox stands a moment, staring at closed door, turns and looks
about him indecisively, sees chair in which Margaret sat, goes
over to it, kneels down, and buries his face._)

(_Door to bedroom opens slowly and Hubbard peers out cautiously.
He cannot see Knox._)

{Hubbard}

(_Advancing, surprised._) What the deuce? Everybody gone?

{Knox}

(_Startled to his feet._) Where the devil did you come from?

{Hubbard}

(_Indicating bedroom._) In there. I was in there all the time.

{Knox}

(_Endeavoring to pass it off._) Oh, I had forgotten about you.
Well, my callers are gone.

{Hubbard}

(_Walking over close to him and laughing at him with affected
amusement._) Honest men are such dubs when they do go wrong.

{Knox}

The door was closed all the time. You would not have dared to spy
upon me.

{Hubbard}

There was something familiar about the lady's voice.

{Knox}

You heard!--what did you hear?

{Hubbard}

Oh, nothing, nothing--a murmur of voices--and the wom