(He enters the wood.)
(Andre walks to and fro with an impatient air, then pauses.)
Andre. Well, I can wait no longer for this loiterer.
[Exit.
(Mortimer re-enters, calling from the woods.)
Mor. Andre! Maitland! Colonel Hill! Good Heavens! Where the devil are they all? Maitland!
(Maitland appears, slowly ascending the road.)
Mor. For the love of Heaven,—come here.
Mail. Nay.—but what is it?
Mor. For God's sake, come,