FOURTH ACT
The scene is the same trench in the year 2018. It is three o'clock of the afternoon, of the same summer day. A newly married couple have come to see the trench. He is journeying as to a shrine; she has allowed impersonal interests, such as history, to lapse under the influence of love and a trousseau. She is, however, amenable to patriotism, and, her husband applying the match, she takes fire—she also, from the story of the trench.
He
This must be the place.
She
It is nothing but a ditch filled with flowers.
He
The old trench. (Takes off his hat.)
She
Was it—it was—in the Great War?