Darbey.
Where there’s a crowd of Civilians the Military exercise a wise discretion in restraining themselves.
Sheba.
[To Tarver and Darbey.] You had better go now; then we’ll get the house quiet as soon as possible. Poor Papa looks worried.
Sheba and Salome.
Poor Papa!
Tarver.
We will wait with the carriage in the lane.
Salome.
Yes, yes. [Calling.] Papa, Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey must go.