All
save a few escaped. But your son was the first man in the attack.
Mrs. S. (to Cupid). Get me the carriage.
[Exit hurriedly Cupid and Marthy.
Bev. In a second, mother.
[He runs off after Cupid.
Char. (comes slowly before Winthrop, gazing up into his face, her
voice almost a whisper). Dead?
Winth. Badly wounded.
Char. Ah! Quick, mother, your wrap!
Fair. I'll get it. Wait.
[She runs into the house.
Winth. One moment--your passport. Here (he writes on a card,
gives to Mrs. S.). Show this if you are halted.
Mrs. S. I thank you, sir, for your kindness to me.
[She offers hand.
Winth. (takes hand). My pleasure, madam.
Char. And my thanks, sir.
[He bows to her.
Fair (enters with the wrap, placing it about her shoulders). Oh,
mother, bring him back to me!
[Enter Cupid.
Cupid. Missus, de cerrige is ready.
Mrs. S. Try and get me there, Cupid.
Cupid. I gwine get you dar ef de Lord spars me.
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