Dor. Roger, you have made me so happy.
Roger. Then, for all I have suffered, I ask no better reward.
(Enter Potts.)
Potts. Time's up. (Polly and Bijah enter.) Where is Polly?
Polly. Here I am, sir.
(Bijah very dejected.)
Roger. Bijah, escort them both. Give the countersign, that they may cross the lines safely.
Polly. We do not need his assistance. He had better wait for another girl. (Glares at Bijah.) Come, Miss Dorothy.
Roger (embraces Dor.). Good-by, sweetheart. No more anxious moments, remember.