[Horse's hoofs are heard rapidly approaching.
Fair. It cannot be so soon.
Bev. It is; it is. He's coming up the avenue. It's Winthrop. He's riding for his life!
Fair. Steve! For his life—God!
[The horse's hoofs stop; enter Winthrop hurriedly.
Winth. (removing hat). I grieve to tell you, madam, that your son George is badly wounded. You must go to him at once.
Char. George! Come, mother; come while there is time!
Winth. I met a man sent back to say it was only a skirmish. All save a few escaped. But your son was the first man in the attack.
Mrs. S. (to Cupid). Get me the carriage.
[Exit hurriedly Cupid and Marthy.