John (from the other end of the room). Have you come here to insult me, sir?
Jane. But I thought John was a scholar, Colonel? You have written several letters about his French, and you said his Shakespeare was perfect.
Crapsey. He is more than a scholar, madam. Your son is a soldier. He has the soldier's finer feelings, and some day will surely join the ranks to become as famous as his guardian was before him.
Jack. I'd rather die than fight for anyone.
Crapsey (trying not to hear). Yes, for twenty years he has been mine. He has been a dutiful, affectionate son and a help to me in that institution which is destined some day to become known throughout the entire world. But come! (Consults his watch.) There's little time. I arrived yesterday on the Burgoyne and I sail tonight on the Baltic.
Jack. The Baltic?
Crapsey (violently). The Baltic! But it does not concern you in the least.
Jack (to Kathryn). I assure you, my dear, that all this has reference to me.
Crapsey (to Jane). Your decision, pray?
Jack. I will not go.