Hop. (looks toward the house). The old place, too.
Winth. An outrage! Back to your horses and wait there. Where are the people?
[Exit soldiers.
[They turn and discover the group at the gate. They quickly advance.
Winth. (delighted). Mrs. Stuart, how can we say how we regret this intrusion.
[He offers his hand. Mrs. S. looks at him for a moment as though she does not recognize him, then draws back.
Mrs. S. My home is yours by right of conquest.
Winth. (stops) No. I beg of you—
Mrs. S. We await your pleasure, sir.