David [lowering].  What is it?  What’s wrong, John Shand?

John [facing him squarely].  It was to Lady Sybil I gave the pendant, and all my love with it. [Perhaps James utters a cry, but the silence of Alick and David is more terrible.]

Sybil [whose voice is smaller than we had thought].  What are you to do?

[It is to Maggie she is speaking.]

David.  She’ll leave it for us to do.

John.  That’s what I want.

[The lords of creation look at the ladies.]

Maggie [interpreting].  You and I are expected to retire, Lady Sybil, while the men decide our fate. [Sybil is ready to obey the law, but Maggie remains seated.] Man’s the oak, woman’s the ivy.  Which of us is it that’s to cling to you, John?

[With three stalwarts glaring at him, John rather grandly takes SYBIL’S hand.  They are two against the world.]

Sybil [a heroine].  I hesitated, but I am afraid no longer; whatever he asks of me I will do.

[Evidently the first thing he asks of her is to await him in the dining-room.]

It will mean surrendering everything for him.  I am glad it means all that. [She passes into the dining-room looking as pretty as a kiss.]

Maggie.  So that settles it.

Alick.  I’m thinking that doesn’t settle it.

David.  No, by God! [But his love for Maggie steadies him.  There is even a note of entreaty in his voice.] Have you nothing to say to her, man?

John.  I have things to say to her, but not before you.

David [sternly].  Go away, Maggie.  Leave him to us.

James [who thinks it is about time that he said something].  Yes, leave him to us.

Maggie.  No, David, I want to hear what is to become of me; I promise not to take any side.

[And sitting by the fire she resumes her knitting.  The four regard her as on an evening at The Pans a good many years ago.]

David [barking].  How long has this been going on?

John.  If you mean how long has that lady been the apple of my eye,
I’m not sure; but I never told her of it until today.

Maggie [thoughtfully and without dropping a stitch].  I think it wasn’t till about six months ago, John, that she began to be very dear to you.  At first you liked to bring in her name when talking to me, so that I could tell you of any little things I might have heard she was doing.  But afterwards, as she became more and more to you, you avoided mentioning her name.

John [surprised].  Did you notice that?

Maggie [in her old-fashioned way].  Yes.

John.  I tried to be done with it for your sake.  I’ve often had a sore heart for you, Maggie.

James.  You’re proving it!