George (impulsively leaning closer to her). Marry me to-night!
Char. To-night! Why, I—I—
George. Yes, to-night! We may go for a long campaign South. I may not come again for months. Let me be sure you are my own before I go. I'll get the chaplain here in half an hour.
Char. To-night! But, George, I—I—of course, I'll marry you if you think best, but—
George (delighted). But what? Nothing in all the world can matter if you marry me to-night.
Char. But I haven't any dress.
George (laughing). What does that matter? Why not the one you have on now? I never saw you look more lovely.
Char. Oh, I have one other: a nicer one than this (happily). Well, this will do if it pleases you.
[He gently puts his arm around her.
George. As if I cared. We'll tell them all and have the wedding. You've only twenty minutes now to make your wedding dress.