MORE. [Without lifting his head] I—I——
The drum-tap of a regiment marching is heard.
BANNING. Can you hear that go by, man—when your country's just been struck?
Now comes the scale and mutter of a following crowd.
MORE. I give you——
Then, sharp and clear above all other sounds, the words: "Give the beggars hell, boys!" "Wipe your feet on their dirty country!" "Don't leave 'em a gory acre!" And a burst of hoarse cheering.
MORE. [Flinging up his head] That's reality! By Heaven! No!
KATHERINE. Oh!
SHELDER. In that case, we'll go.
BANNING. You mean it? You lose us, then!