Georgiana. [Rising.] No, don't go.
Dick. [Looking at his watch.] I must.
Georgiana. No, let me see your watch. Yes, you have got three more minutes. Please—sit down—
[She persuades him to sit down again, and she reseats herself.
Dick. Have your own way!
Georgiana. Will there be fighting?
Dick. I hope so!
Georgiana. Oh, but what fighting! I've read, I know—ambushes and tortures—their war is murder.
Dick. Yes, and that's why we're going out there to put an end to it.
Georgiana. Why need you?