Corporal. Hold your tongue, you—
Second Private (drinking). Here's good luck, my boys, to that surprise—
Corporal (aside). Fool!
Sergeant (drinking). Here's to to-morrow and a cloudy night.
Fill all your glasses, boys.
SCENE 3.—Mrs. Secord's bedroom. She is walking up and down in much agitation.
Enter MR. SECORD.
Mrs. Secord (springing to meet him). Oh, James, where have you been?
Mr. Secord. I did but ramble through the pasture, dear,
And round the orchard. 'Twas so sweet and still.
Save for the echo of the sentry's tread
O'er the hard road, it might have been old times.
But—but—you're agitated, dear; what's wrong?
I see our unasked visitors were here.
Was that—?