[Exeunt CORPORAL and GUARD.]
What am I to think, Miss Elsworth?
ROSE. [Vehemently.] Think! That I would give the world for Captain
Armstrong to escape.
CLEVELAND. Humph! The gift would be useless. Look for yourself.
ROSE. [Looking off; then suddenly burying her face in her hands.]
Good heavens!
CLEVELAND. [In her ear.] How's this, Miss Elsworth? [She starts up, proudly.]
[Enter SOLDIERS, guarding WALTER.]
I rejoice, sir, that we meet again.
SOLDIER. A jewel, sir, found upon the prisoner.
CLEVELAND. Ha! what's this? [Reading the inscription by a torch.] "To Rose, from Walter!" Madam, I understand you now. I was deceived. Permit me to be the means of restoring this valued token from a dear friend. Would it not be a strange vicissitude if the finding of the trinket should be the means of losing the friend? Conduct your prisoner hence.