ASHER (pacing to the end of the room, and turning). No, I won't listen to it! You—you ask me to yield to them, when you have lost your son, when they're willing to sacrifice—to murder my son on the field of battle?
(He pauses and looks toward the doorway, right. DR. JONATHAN
standing there, holding in his hand a yellow envelope. ASHER
starts forward.)
A telegram? For me?
DR. JONATHAN. Yes, Asher.
(After giving it to ASHER, DR. JONATHAN takes his stand beside
MINNIE, who is at the back of the room, near the bench. He lays a
hand on her arm. ASHER tears open the envelope and stares at the
telegram, his hands trembling.)
ASHER (exclaiming, in a half whisper). George!
AUGUSTA. Oh Asher, not—not—!
(She reaches for the telegram. He gives it to her. She reads.)
“Captain George Pindar severely wounded, condition critical.”
TIMOTHY. Please God he'll be spared to ye!
CURTAIN.