Hubert. I’ll look after him, Nurse.
Nurse. And him keepin’ company.
And you not married a year. Ah!
Mr. Hubert, now do ’ee take care; you and him’s
both so rash.
Hubert. Not I, Nurse!
Nurse looks long
into his face, then lifts her finger, and
beckons olive.
Olive. [Perceiving new sensations before her, goes quietly] Good-night, Uncle! Nanny, d’you know why I was obliged to come down? [In a fervent whisper] It’s a secret!
[As she passes with
nurse out into the hall, her voice is heard
saying, “Do tell
me all about the war.”]
Hubert. [Smothering emotion under a blunt manner]
We sail on
Friday, Kit. Be good to Helen, old girl.
Katherine. Oh! I wish——! Why—can’t—women—fight?
Hubert. Yes, it’s bad for you, with
Stephen taking it like this.
But he’ll come round now it’s once begun.
Katherine shakes
her head, then goes suddenly up to him, and
throws her arms round
his neck. It is as if all the feeling
pent up in her were
finding vent in this hug.
The door from the hall
is opened, and sir john’s voice is
heard
outside: “All
right, I’ll find her.”
Katherine. Father!
[Sir John comes in.]
Sir John. Stephen get my note? I sent it over the moment I got to the War Office.
Katherine. I expect so. [Seeing the torn note on the table] Yes.
Sir John. They’re shouting the news now. Thank God, I stopped that crazy speech of his in time.
Katherine. Have you stopped it?
Sir John. What! He wouldn’t be such a sublime donkey?
Katherine. I think that is just what he might be. [Going to the window] We shall know soon.
[Sir John, after staring at her, goes up to Hubert.]
Sir John. Keep a good heart, my boy. The country’s first. [They exchange a hand-squeeze.]
Katherine backs
away from the window. Steel has appeared
there
from the terrace, breathless
from running.
Steel. Mr. More back?
Katherine. No. Has he spoken?
Steel. Yes.
Katherine. Against?
Steel. Yes.
Sir John. What? After!
Sir, John
stands rigid, then turns and marches straight out into
the hall. At a
sign from Katherine, Hubert follows him.
Katherine. Yes, Mr. Steel?