All.
Of course. He’s just the make of a hero. Hurrah! Bravo!
(All crowd round him shouting and singing snatches of “Rule Britannia, God Save the King,” etc.
The sunset is crimson by now.)
Robert.
Look at the sky! Come, we must be getting back.
(All follow him, marching, waving branches, etc., singing, “See the Conquering hero comes.” The rest troop off, but Robert turns and goes up to Loveday who is lingering and keeps her apart.)
Robert.
Wait a minute, won’t you?
Loveday.