Winth. (falling back a step). Surely you have forgotten; we were once your guests.
Mrs. S. We have not forgotten, sir; nor can we soon forget.
Winth. (greatly grieved). Once you welcomed us. I know I wear the uniform—yet, I am still your friend, your kinsman.
Mrs. S. I claim no kin with those who take up arms against the South.
[Enter Evans, hurriedly.
Evans. Word has come that our regiment has met the enemy one mile away. They're engaging now. Hark to the guns!
[The distant sound of guns.
Winth. Boots and saddles, quick!
[Exit Evans on run.
I beg your pardon for intruding, madam. You shall not be troubled in this way again.