_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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