LUCAS. Because you love me--naturally, that's one great reason.
AGNES. I have always loved you.
LUCAS. But never so utterly, so absorbingly, as you confess you do now.
Do you fully realise what your confession does? It strikes off the
shackles from me, from us--sets us free. [With a gesture of freedom.]
Oh, my dear Agnes, free!
AGNES. [Staring at him.] Free?
LUCAS. Free from the burden of that crazy plan of ours of trumpeting
our relations to the world. Forgive me--crazy is the only word for it.
Thank heaven, we've at last admitted to each other that we're ordinary
man and woman! Of course, I was ill--off my head. I didn't know what I
was entering upon. And you, dear--living a pleasureless life, letting
your thoughts dwell constantly on old troubles; that is how cranks are
made. Now that I'm strong again, body and mind, I can protect you, keep
you right. Ha, ha! What were we to pose as? Examples of independent
thought and action! [Laughing.] Oh my darling, well be independent in
thought and action still; but we won't make examples of ourselves--eh?
AGNES. [Who has been watching him with wide-open eyes.] Do you mean
that all idea of our writing together, working together, defending our
position, and the position of such as ourselves, before the world, is
to be abandoned?
LUCAS. Why, of course.
AGNES. I--I didn't mean quite that.
LUCAS. Oh, come, come! We'll furl what my uncle calls the banner of
Free Union finally. [Going to her and kissing her hair lightly.] For
the future, mere man and woman. [Pacing the room excitedly.] The
future! I've settled everything already. The work shall fall wholly on
my shoulders. My poor girl, you shall enjoy a little rest and pleasure.