All The Children. The soldiers are coming! Auntie, the soldiers are coming!
[They rush out on the balcony.
Coast. [In the window, picking up Phil in his arms.] Come on, Georgy. What does it matter?
Georgiana. That's true, go on! What does
it matter, it's good-by!
[Coast goes on the balcony. Mrs. Carley, on balcony, calls, "Here comes Dick!" Georgiana hesitates and then goes close to the window. She stands in a chair so as to see over the others' heads, hidden behind the curtain of the half-open window, and watches. The music is louder as they pass under the balcony; a flag is seen almost on level with the balcony floor. Those on the balcony wave and shout, and shouts are heard in the street. Georgiana stands still, wiping the tears from her eyes every moment with a tiny wad of a handkerchief, and as the music passes, growing less loud,
the curtain falls
ACT III
Eight months later. Georgiana's room, an octagonal room with dark panel walnut woodwork and panels of yellow brocade, with furniture to match. All in the simplest style of Louis XV. There is a fireplace on the Left, and doors Right and Left. Two windows at the back. At right of the Centre is a very large dressing table covered with massive silver toilet articles, a big mirror, candelabra, etc., and a silver-framed, photograph of Dick Coleman. There is a low bench before the table, tables and chairs about the room, and a most comfortable, roomy sofa, on the Left, piled with embroidered pillows. It is after seven and the lamps are lit. Steven enters from Left and sits on the sofa. He is