Table, R. 2 E. Coriolanus on duty as sentinel, L. 1 E. Adolphus in front of tent, C., cleaning gun; Colonel Morrell, Captain Lowville and Major Murdell at table, R. 2 E., in consultation, as curtain rises.
Colonel Morrell. I agree with you, gentlemen, fully, and I have concluded not to advance further until I receive more definite news of the movements of the main body. We will, therefore, continue in camp till I give you further instructions.
Hen. According to all reports, the rebs are badly crippled, and Lee cannot hold out much longer. At all events, I should not be surprised to hear of his surrender to Grant in the near future.
Mor. Yes, there is all prospect of a speedy ending of this bloody strife, and I hope we will soon have peace restored, that we may be enabled to return to our homes and families! [About to rise.]
Ralph. One moment, Colonel! before you go! It is with regret that I must call your attention to a private in our command who deserted his post as sentinel!
Mor. Indeed! His name!
Ralph. Reginald Maitland! [Henry rises.]
Mor. [Jumps up.] What! Reginald Maitland? Impossible!
Ralph. [Rises.] I beg your pardon, Colonel, but it is a fact!