_LADY WARGRAVE and COLONEL re-enter, quietly, C., and stand, looking on, at back, amongst the trees._
GERALD.
My wife again!
MARGERY.
But, Gerald, remember I am nothing more. I don"t think I shall ever be a lady.
GERALD.
Always in my eyes!
MARGERY.
No, not even there. Only a woman.
GERALD.
I want you to be nothing less or more--only a woman!
[_About to kiss her. LADY WARGRAVE, at back, bows her head, with her fan half spread before the COLONEL"S face. GERALD kisses MARGERY._
CURTAIN.
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