Col. Tell your master, Mr. Newcomb, that I will see him this evening.
Kil. Indade, sir, he shall have your orders. (Aside.) Faith, it's a foine pie they be afther baking for Newcomb. By me powers, I wouldn't loike to be here at the cutting of it. (Exit Kilroy, C.)
Col. (sinks into chair at table). It is hard to believe in Newcomb's treachery; he has always seemed so warm a friend. (Enter Ruth, R.)
Ruth (goes to Colonel). Gordon, what did that messenger want? Who sent him?
Col. Randolph Newcomb.
Ruth. I thought as much; what was the message?
Col. Asking permission to see me!
Ruth. You did not consent?
Col. Yes, Ruth, I am to see him this evening.
Ruth. He shall not see you.