Dick. Good-by. In a few moments I shall have left the camp.
Moselle (coming down). Left the camp! why?
Dick. That is my secret; you may hear bad report of me, may be told to shun me, taught to despise me; but, Moselle, believe me, I love you, and will one day ask you to be my wife.
Moselle. Your wife! Dick, who are you?
Dick. Still Dick, or Dandy Dick as the boys style me: the other, an honored name, must still be withheld, even from you. You see, I am frank with you.
Moselle. Frank! you tell me nothing.
Dick. Exactly; but I love you.
Moselle. You needn't have told me: I knew it long ago.
Dick. And I may hope?