Bess
Nothing. Only it seems to be smiling at us.
Livingston
All skulls grin: it’s the eternal laughter of the dead.
Bess
Come. (As she starts.) Dear, don’t you think it might be a good idea to rescue that fine strong good-looking young soldier? He must be so lonely and we might take him for a drive.
Livingston
(A bit wearily at what he sees ahead)
Oh, yes; if you wish. But I’m sure he should have gone to the Follies.