MALINS hands him the map at which he is working.
(After studying it in silence): Yes. There's no doubt about it. Unless Meade goes to sleep it can only be a question of hours. Lee's a great man, but he can't get out of that.
Making a ring on the map with his finger.
Malins (taking the map again): This ought to be the end, sir.
Grant: Yes. If Lee surrenders, we can all pack up for home.
Malins: By God, sir, it will be splendid, won't it, to be back again?
Grant: By God, sir, it will.
Malins: I beg your pardon, sir.
Grant: You're quite right, Malins. My boy goes away to school next week. Now I may be able to go down with him and see him settled.
DENNIS comes back.