Roy. What’s that?
Marcus. Your promise.
Bess. What in the world are you talking about——you two?
Roy (turning away). Bah! that girl would break up a council of war, with her sharp ears and inquisitive tongue. (Goes over to May’s chair. Bess talks with Marcus in dumb show.) Look up, May. I must go; but this night shall be the last. Before you sleep you shall know all, and I will ask forgiveness for my cruelty. Come, get my coat: that’s a dear. Time flies. I must be off.
May (rising.) You will return early?
Roy. As I always do. (Exit May, door L., Roy, hand on back of armchair watches her off.) ’Tis a hard lesson, wife of mine, but through the tears, I see the smile, and behind the clouds, the sunlight, that shall bring lasting peace forevermore. Halloa, you two whispering? I don’t like that.
Bess. Third parties seldom do. I like it: that’s enough.
Roy. And so does Marcus. He looks as happy as though to-morrow were to be a holiday for him.
Bess. ’Twill be a holy day, for us.