Gordon.
Wouldn’t you take it hard if both your country and the woman you love told you plainly you were mere useless rubbish?
Loveday.
(Pitifully.) Perhaps you will find a still greater thing to do for your country. It is not only fighters she needs.
Gordon.
(His lips quivering.) You are kind. But, oh God!—
(He goes toward shelter away from the OTHERS and aimlessly unfolds the blankets, folds them up again, and re-arranges the pile; opens them out and re-folds them, and so on.
Meanwhile, the Recruiting Officer has quietly asked questions of the 2nd Shepherd, whose answers are satisfactory.
Loveday looks from one to the other, then sits brooding, glancing pitifully at Gordon from time to time.