Will you deny it?"
"Oh! it's this that worries you, is it?" said I sweetly. "What
would you say if I told you I was NOT?"
PETER: "I would say you were lying again."
MARGOT: "Have I ever lied to you, Peter?"
PETER: "How can I tell? (SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS) You have lied
twice, so I presume since I've been away you've got into the habit
of it."
MARGOT: "Peter!"
PETER: "A man doesn't scream and put his arm round a woman, as D--
ly did at the races to-day, unless he is in love. Will you tell me
who paid my debt, please?"
MARGOT: "No, I won't."
PETER: "Was it D--ly?"
MARGOT: "I shan't tell you. I'm not Sam Lewis; and, since I'm such
a liar, is it worth while asking me these stupid questions?"
PETER: "Ah, Margot, this is the worst blow of my life! I see you
are deceiving me. I know who paid my debt now."
MARGOT: "Then why ask ME? ..."
PETER: "When I went to India I had never spoken to D--ly in my
life. Why should he have paid my debts for me? You had much better
tell me the simple truth and get it over: it's all settled and
you're going to marry him."
MARGOT: "Since I've got into the way of lying, you might spare
yourself and me these vulgar questions."
PETER (SEIZING MY HANDS IN ANGUISH): "Say you aren't going to
marry him ... tell me, tell me it's NOT true."
MARGOT: "Why should I? He has never asked me to."
After this the question of matrimony was bound to come up between
us. The first time it was talked of, I was filled with anxiety.
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