Geoffrey monologue — The Master of Mrs. Chilvers: An Improbable Comedy

I know; I know. I’ve been going up and down the country, excusing even your excesses on the ground that no movement can force its way to the front without treading on innumerable toes. For me, now, to cry halt merely because it happens to be my own toes that are in the way would be—ridiculous—absurd—would be monstrous. (_Nobody contradicts him_.) You are perfectly justified—if this case means what you say it does—in putting up a candidate against me for East Poplar. Only, naturally, it cannot be Annys. (_He reaches out his hand to where_ ANNYS _stands a little behind him_, _takes her hand_.) Annys and I have fought more than one election. It has been side by side.