BUCKTHORN. I will carry this long-delayed message to the widowed young mother. [Exit.
JENNY. I remember so well, when poor Lieutenant Haverill took out the note-book and asked Gertrude to write for him. He—he brought me a message at the same time. [Their eyes meet. He puts up his glasses. She turns away, touching her eyes.
HEARTSEASE. I—I remember the circumstances you probably allude to; that is—when he left my side—I—I gave him my—I mean your—lace handkerchief.
JENNY. It is sacred to me!
HEARTSEASE. Y-e-s—I would say—is it?
JENNY. [Wiping her eyes.] It was stained with the life-blood of a hero!
HEARTSEASE. I must apologize to you for its condition. I hadn't any chance to have it washed and ironed.
JENNY. [Looking around at him, suddenly; then, aside.] What could any girl do with a lover like that? [Turning up stage.
HEARTSEASE. [Aside.] She seems to remember that incident so tenderly! My blood boils!
JENNY. Didn't you long to see your—your friends at home—when you were in prison, Captain?