[Winthrop has stood gazing off before him, his hands clenched
at his side. Breathing heavily he turns to them.
Winth. My duty to the country that has put her trust in me must
give your answer, not my heart, for that seems dead (slowly). He must go
with me.
Char. Ah!
[Winthrop, after his answer, has stood gazing off before him.
Fair comes timidly forward, but he does not hear her. She
softly lays her hand upon his arm. He looks down, sees her,
and suddenly a radiant glow of happiness crosses his face,
then vanishes, leaving it cold as before. Fair looks up
into his face, then softly lays her other hand in his.
Fair. But--if--I love you, Steve?
Winth. (softly takes her in his arms, bending close over her).
Even though you love me (Fair shrinks away from him. He turns to
Hopkins: when he speaks his voice has a mechanical, hollow sound). Back
to the camp; Mr. Hillary will accompany us.
Hillary. I am ready sir.
[He goes to the door with Hopkins. Charlotte, with a wild cry of
"No, no!" rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck.
He softly kisses her, then hands her over to Mrs.
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