Sir Robert.
[In towering wrath.] Admit it? Woman, do you
know what you admit? That you are a spy—a low
spy. You have taken advantage of an accidental
circumstance to worm your way into a Minister's
house, that by peeking and prying and poking your
nose into every corner of his public life, you may
betray the secrets of his Government to your miserable country, which condescends to any deceit and
treachery, no matter how mean and despicable, to
destroy the laws of God and man. [He strides across the room and returns.] But you are worse than a
spy—you are a traitor. [She flinches.] A traitor who
has preyed upon the ignorance, the weakness, perhaps
the affection of that poor Swiss girl, until she has
lent herself to this criminal exchange. [Again he crosses the room and returns.] Worse than that, you
are a fiend. With hate in your heart against me,
you have come here to poison the mind of my child
against her father. [She looks round quickly.] Very
well! Woman as you are, since you are so eager
to do the devil's work, you shall take the devil's
wages. [He touches a bell. Galloway enters.] Call
up Sir Malcolm Clark. Ask him to come back
immediately.
Galloway.
Yes, sir.
[Galloway goes out. Sir Robert sits by desk. Margaret stands.
Margaret.
[With bitter calmness.] You are quite right, sir,
and quite wrong. I did take advantage of an acci-
