CLEVELAND. [Taking her hand.] I cannot be mistaken in the surmise that you love already.
ROSE. [With a sigh.] Oh, sir!
CLEVELAND. Miss Elsworth! Rose! Confide in me! I am your friend.
ROSE. [With affected confusion.] I believe you, Major Cleveland. I—I—really, sir—I implore you to believe me—I have nothing to confide.
CLEVELAND. Do not be offended, Miss Elsworth. I have your interest at heart. Pardon me—but Captain Arbald—[ROSE starts and appears agitated.] believes, or at least hopes, that he is acceptable to you. I am very deeply his friend—very deeply yours.
ROSE. It is very pleasant to hear you say so, Major Cleveland.
CLEVELAND. Then you do look upon him with favour?
ROSE. Alas, Major Cleveland, these wars, these wars!
CLEVELAND. They separate us from those who are dearest to us—they come between us and our hearts' affections.
ROSE. Do they not daily threaten us with a heart widowhood?