Adri. Heaven grant you will be spared to us, Reginald!
Reg. We will put our trust in Him above, who has granted me the boon of this happy hour! Alas that I must tear myself away from my new found joy! But duty demands that I return at once to my post.
Adri. Nay, Reginald, I cannot let you go again.
Reg. Alas! Adrienne, you must bear the separation calmly, for my sake and for the child’s. I left my post without permission, and should my absence be discovered I shall be court-martialed. A few hours ago I feared not the consequences of my rash act. But now I dread it, for your sake. I must return at once, while there is yet time. Let the thoughts of our child be your strength in my absence, as she will be mine in the heat of battle. May the Lord of Hosts bring this bloody war to a speedy close. [Goes to crib.] Farewell! my child! [Kisses her.] Farewell! my beloved wife! [Kisses her. She clings to him.] Heaven guard and keep you. [Reginald tears himself from Adrienne and Exits door L. F. hurriedly, leaving his gun behind. Adrienne sinks into chair R. of table.]
Adri. Cruel, cruel fate! [Her head droops.]
Enter Ralph, door R. F.
Adri. [Starts up joyfully.] Reginald! [Sees it is Ralph. She draws herself haughtily erect.] Ralph Murdell!
Ralph. [Comes down R. Sneeringly.] Even I, Adrienne, your humble servant!
Adri. What means this intrusion, sir, at this hour of the night?
Ralph. I never had the pleasure of congratulating you before on your happy marriage!