GEOFFREY [He folds her to him.] The very words sound ugly, don't
they?
ANNYS It would be hideous. [She draws away.] How long will the
election last?
GEOFFREY Not long. The writ will be issued on Wednesday.
Nomination on Monday--polling, I expect, on Saturday. Puts me in
mind--I must prepare my election address.
ANNYS I ought to be getting on with mine, too, I suppose.
GEOFFREY It ought to be out by to-morrow.
ANNYS [With inspiration.] We'll do yours first. [She wonders why
he hesitates.]
GEOFFREY "We?" Shan't I have to do it alone--this time?
ANNYS Alone! Nonsense! How can you?
GEOFFREY I'm afraid I shall have to try.
ANNYS Um! I suppose you're right. What a nuisance! [She turns
away.] I shan't like it.
GEOFFREY [He moves towards the folding-doors.] No. It won't be
quite the same thing. Goodbye.
ANNYS [She crosses to her desk by the window. Not the same
instant but the next his "Goodbye" strikes her. She turns.]
You're not going out, are you?
GEOFFREY [He stops and turns--puzzled at her question.
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