FIRST MAN [shaking his head, wisely] Ah! I daresay it will.
SECOND MAN. I don’t know what we’re coming to, what with wages and prices and Lord knows what all?
FIRST MAN. No more do I. Why, only yesterday....
[The rest of his sentence is drowned by the firing of a battery of heavy guns.]
WOMAN. Oh! well, I suppose it’ll all come right in time.
[The Civil War moves off L. Signs of the approaching end of the world become manifest.]
FIRST MAN. We’ll hope for the best, I’m sure.
[The Hosts of Heaven appear in the sky.]
SECOND MAN [reflectively] On the whole, I should say that things looked a bit better than they did.