/ -2 V"'^'*/ ^^/^-'.^ %'^^-/ \*^ J^ co^ ^^-^^^ " "• * <^ 0*^ • " • °' ^'="\. .4^' .^<^ O ^*^ o " « * '^vv "? ^ ' Arcy of the Guards LOUIS EVAN SHIPMAN SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th St., New York D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS B fMa^ In jfour Bct& BY LOUIS EVAN SHIPMAN COPYKIGUT, 1915, BY HBr.EN TVLER ALL RIGHTS RESERl^ED CAUTION. All persons are hereby warned that " D'ARGY OF THE UUARDS ** , beinig lully protected under the copy- right lawsof (he United States, is subject to royalty, and any one prese;thia. (c.) That we will, dear aunt Harry, (l. c.) If, as I think, the General's plan is to sit down and watch, I'll not be far away and will see you often. Pamela. You must risk it, Harry. (Cynthia crosses on " that we will" — goes up and looks off c, and R. Crosses back to L. puts cup on table and crosses back to R.) 10 D'AKOY OF THK (lUAKDS. Harky. No one knows the country hereabouts as T do, Pamela. A liundred different paths will bring me, that they know nothing of. Mrs. Towns, (l.) There are dangers enough on every hand for my bo}^, without Iiis seeking new ones. (Cynthia conies down r. c.) Harry, (l., putting cup on table, fondly to liis mother) N^ever fear, dear mother. (Turns facing the girls) Pamela, neither you nor Cynthia must venture out alone. Pamela, (c.) Foolish boy, we'll take care of ourselves. The British are not ogres. They'll not eat us. Cy'NThja. (r. c. laughing) They had better not try. You should see Pamela, Harry, with the new pistols you gave her before you went away. Every night wben Sambo is locking up, she stalks beside him, a pistol in either hand as fierce as any grenadier. She will Join the army yet, if we don't watch her. Aunt. Pamela. Oh, if I were but a man, I'd — (Pamela goes up c.) Cyn'ttiia. Why let a little matter of sex deter you ? You shoot aiid ride as well as Harry now, and I've no doubt, would soon handle his sabre better. IIariiv. Y^ou're a sad tease, Cynthia. Pamela. (Who has gone up to the gate c. Coin- ing down R. c.) Oh, it's horrible to sit here, day in and day out with one's hands in one's lap doing noth- ing, nothing, nothing. H^iRRY. (Soothingly) There, there, you may be able to do something yet, Pamela. Pamela. I hope so. ("Bugle" Call l. in dis- dp tance) (They all listen intently. Harry, after a moment's pauses, speaks. Mrs. Townsend rises.) D'AKCY OF THE GUAKD8. 11 HAiiPtY. (l. c. to Mother) Ah, they are coming t last. T must be on the move. (Al this moment Samuel Davis enters through gale at I.', c. R. He is a tall, distinguished-looking Quaker, well past middle life, his hair streaked with gray, coughs as he comes dotvn stage. Ha].'RY twiis qiiickhj as if to draw his sahre.) CvN'TiriA. (r. seeing the action) Oh, it's only Air. Davis, Harry. Harry. Why, so it is. (He laughs and shakes hands tvifh Mr. Davis cordially, as he comes down) Davis, (c.) Woiild'st thee draw thy weapon on thy oldest friend? (^To the ladies) Good evening friends, this is a family group T scarce expected to /iiid. Mrs. Towns, (l.) Our boy has surprised us all, Friend Davis. Davis. What is thee doing here, Harry? Does tliee bring Mr. Washington's terms of surrender? Harry. ( Who is l. with his mother, smiling) No, but General Washington {Accenting the General) is at any time willing to submit terms of surrender to my Lord Howe. Pamela. (r. c.) What is this, Harry? {Angrily) {Keadjf Drvu and Buolu.) Davis. {Who is v., while the ladies, Cvntiiia and Fa.m!':la, are on Itis r., looks al them, and then eagerly lo Harry, in amazement) Is that so, Harry? Ah, does thee know it to be so? Harry, (l. o.) .1 would stake my life upon it. Davis, (c. ivith great pleasure) This is great news thet; brings, and wliat are the terms? Harry. {Coolly ) I think the General would grant Sir W illinm If owe the same terms that Gen'l Gates gave to Burgoyne last month at Saratoga. 12 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Davis, What does thee mean ? Haery. I mean that nothing but the complete capitulation of Sir William Howe and his army would satisf}^ General Washington. Pamela. (Laughing) Oh, Harry, what a hoax you are? Davis. {Angrily) Art thou mad, boy? Harry. On the contrary. It's only a question of time. You had better come over to us before it's too late. Davis. Never ! {Ready Drum and Bugle.) Harry. ( Going to him and giving him his hand ) Well, dear old friend, we won't quarrel at this late day over difference of opinion. Davis. Thou wilt live to accept mine. Harry. {Bravely) I trust not. {Second's pause) But there, there — you have been to good to me and mine for me ever to forget. Davis. Oh, ruhhish, boy, rubhish. (" Drum-Bugle." There is a roll of drums, flare of Migles in the distance. They all listen. Davis goes up to gate c. Continue bugles until after his exit.) Harry. I must be off, now. That sounds too near for comfort, ((roiw^ /o /it's Mother l.) Good- bye, mother dear. It will not be for long. {Em- braces her tenderly) Mrs. Towns, (l. bravely) God bless and keep you, my boy. Harry, {Crosses to Pamela. Going to Pamela^ ^ kissing her) Goodbye, little sister, be careful and don't go much about the town. Pamela. Never fear for me, brother. Harry. {Crosses Pamela to Cynthia r. Tal> D^ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 13 ing CvxTiiiA in his arms) Goodbye, goodbye, sweet- heart. (Kissing her) Cyktiila. Gooaoye. (Sinks on settee down e.) Hakky. (Going to Davis, who is standing L. of gale c, taking his hand impulsively) Goodbye, old friend — I know you will watch over them for me. (Pamela goes to Cynthia r.) Davis. I promise thee, lad, I promise thee. Harry. Goodbye all, goodbye. (He hurriedly exits had' of hedgerow r. Drum and fife effect sets up louder and louder until after his exit, then gradu- aVy dies away. Mrs. Townsend goes up to house, Pamela tries to soothe Cynthia down r., tvho is cry- ing. Cynthia and Pamela go to house. Bus. Cy^nthta exits into house) Davis. {Coming down c. Trying hard not to show his emotion) Drat the boy, I could stand it if he were fighting on the other side. Pamela. (Crosses with her mother r.) Now don't let us enter into a discussion of the divine right of kings. (She has taken her mother from the seat h., led her up on the steps of house R. As they are about to enter turns to Mr. Davis) You will sup with us, Mr. Davis? Davis, (c.) No, thank thee, dear, I have business to attend to. Good evening, Mrs. Townsend, no of- fence at my hard v^-ords. Thee knows I love thy boy. Mrs. Towns. (At door of house) Old friends have the privilege of free speech. (Exit into house— Pamela stops at steps) Davis, (c. Calling to Pamela, who is also about to exit) I want to sjx;ak to thee a moment, Pamela. Pamela. I'll bo in in a moment, mother dear. Mrs. Towns. All right dear. Pamela. (Closes door, comes down steps to R. c.) What is it, Mr. Davis? Can I do anything for you? Davis, (l. c.) Not for me, Pamela, but for thy- 14 D^ARCY OF THE GUx\EDS. self. I do not wish to frighten thy mother or Cynthia, but I came here this evening to tell thee that the British will take possession of thy house. Pamela. Take possession of our house? AVhat . Pa:mi:la remains on steps.) D^^RCY OF THE GUARDS. 15 MiLLHAusEN. (Dowti L. c. to Davis) Are you the rebel owner of this house? Davis. {Down r. c.) I am neither the owner of tills house, nor am I a rebel. Raab. (Standing in centre of gate, laughing, coarsely) You can't escape us, old shoebuckles, by denying 3^our colors. Mill. (Who has dropped down to table L., sees take on iray, takes up a piece and munches it) No, that he can't and this pretty maid ? Does she belong with the house? (Sits l. of table L. Pamela draws herself vp haughtily) Coy, are you? We'll change all that before long, eh, Raab? Raab. (Coming down c.) That will we. Captain. ^rhe si>()iJs of war, eh? Mill. (Seated at table L.) Good! But come, old man, v.e shall want all your keys. I trust your cellars are in good condition? Davis, (r. c.) I tell thee, I am not the owner of this house. Pamela. (On steps) 1 am in charge of this liouse. Mill, (l.) Ah! You, my pretty one. So much the better ! Pamela. (Comes down steps) By what authority do you force yourself on our hospitality? Raab. (Coming towards c.) You use big words, my maid. Mill, (l.) By the authority of our strong arm. You are ours ! (Davis goes up c. to Millhausen.) Pamela. (Comes down r. c.) I shall report your insolence to Sir Vv^illiam Howe and he'll have you publicly whipped. Mill. (Who has been sealed, on chair L. starts toward her) Ha, my little wildcat! I see we shall have to tame you ! (Takes her by the hand and swings 16 D'ARCY OF THE OUAEDS. her to L. c. Raab gets to the fo.ot of steps. Davis has turned up c. a little) Raab. That we shall. {He goes to foot of steps. Davis steps hetiveen Pamela and Millhausen) Mill. Out of the way, old fool. Davis, (l. c. Calmly) I said I was not the owner of this house, but I am in a certain way the .{guardian of its inmates. {To Pamela) Pamela, thee had better go in to Cynthia. Mill. (l. c. Angrily) Stand aside ! Davis. {Pushes him hack) T don't wish to talk to thee. {Crosses to Eaab^ who has got in front of door) Thee had better let the young woman pass. Mill, {doming doivn on Davis, l. Dratving sahre, rushing at Davis) By heavens, I'll split you like a chicken ! (Davis puts up his cane, holding him off. They stand in this attitude) Davis, (c.) If thee doesn't ] tut up thy sword, I'll take it from thee and break it. Raab. (r.) Curse his insolenii. {E.iils Jiurriedly inio the house as if (<'if.n'ous to escape any farther deniands. The moment Ik is 1/011 e, D'Arcy" turns raplurously to Gregory) D'Arcy. (k. c.) Greg, my boy, she's a duchess in disgnist'. Greg. (j-. c.) Who is a duciiess in disguise? D'AiK'^'. Ah. you lump of ice. You're as hike warm as weak tea. Didn't you notice the girl with the graujl manner i)nd the foot like a fairy? Gi.'EG. And a tongue like a rapii^-. D'AifCY. (r. c.) Sure, you're an uugjili.-inl lout, 20 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. like the rest of your countrymen. My lady has the gift of language and uses it. Greg. (l. c.) She must be Irish! D'Arcy. Faith, I can account for her in no other way! Greg. No filandering, Jack! D'Arcy. You're vulgar, Capt. Gregory. Greg. I wish to the Devil, you had not quarreled with those fellows. D'Arcy. Don't worry, Greg. They're as clumsy as Englishmen, and I won't hurt them. _Greg. You don't seem to realize that being on Lord Cornwallis' side, demands discretion. D'Arcy. Discretion, is it? Sure, there's no such word in Irish? Greg. Your father would never see you again if you disgraced yourself. D'Arcy. He wouldn't recognize me as a son of his if I didn't. Greg. Oh, Jack, you're never serious. D'Arcy. No, I'm an Irishman. (Crosses l.) Greg. (c. In a pet) I refuse ix) act as your second. D'Arcy. (l. c. Wheedles him) Now, Greg, dear, you're behaving unhandsomely. I've only had three fights ever since we landed in New York, seven months ago. Greg. And each time you swore to me it would be the last. D'Arcy. And I kept my oath. Greg. (In disgust) You kept your oath. D'Arcy. I did, I did. Each time was the last time. Don't you see that Greg? (Laughs) Come, Greg, just this once. AATiat, would you have those Dutch beggars laughing at the guards? Greg. (Wavering) You'll not hurt 'em? D'Arcy. Upon me honor, Greg, I'll only disarm them. Greg. Jack D'Arcy, you'll ruin me along with D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 21 3'oiirseli'. You wouldn't have bothered your head about those rascals, if it hadn't been for the little rebel wench inside. D'Aecy. Greg, she's a lady. Rebel, or no rebel, and no Irish orentleman would stand by and see her insulted. (Crosses r.) Gkeg. You will have your hands full, if you're if^oing to protect every little American who has a neat ankle and a pretty mouth. D'Arcy. I shall take it unkindly, Greg, if you make any more disparaging remarks about the Duchess. Greg. Have it your own way. {Drops down L C.) (aiange from SUNSET to MOONLIGHT.) D'Arcy. (c.) You'll second me? Greg. I will. Have I ever refused? D'Arcy. (Taking his hand) No, you're a jewel! And now scatter yourself and look after our luggage. I'll go in and arrange matters with our hostess. Greg. (Laughing) Our hostess. Jack, you're incorrigible ! D'Arcy. (Gaily) Go on with j^ou, don't be call- ing me names ! (Gregory goes up to gate c. D'Arcy ivalJcs up with him) Hurry back, I'm in the hands of the enemy. (Pamela appears at door of house. Gregory in dumb show, calls D'Arcy's attention to her. He holes at her) Greg, my boy, I was mis- taken. She's not a duchess in disguise. She's every inch a queen. (Gregory starts to go. Aside) Greg, I'll find out if she's Irish. (Gregory exits l., choking with laughter. Pamela closes door of house, comes down steps, crosses to table L., hears D'Arcy behind her, turns as he takes off his hat and advances towa/rd her.) D'Arcy. The fortunes of war. Miss TowTisend, throw us upon your bounty. 22 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Pamela. The fortunes of war make us unwilling hosts. D'Arcy. 'Tis the order of my chief that forces your hospitality. Lord Cornwallis has directed me and Capt. Gregory to lodge here. Pamela. I do not v/ish to seem ungracious, nor unmindful of your chivalrous defence of my cousin and myself, but I cannot forget that you are an enemy of my country and I hate your being here. D'Akcy. Oh, my dear young lady, you make me feel no better than one of those rascally Hessians. Pamela. (Naively) Oh, you are better than they. D'Arcy. I thank you for the slightest commenda- tion, though it comes from the most odious of com- parisons. Pamela. We judge a man by his friends — a soldier ])y his allies. D'Arcy. (c.) Faith, and you're quite right. And I am thinking it will raise the people's opinion of the Dutchman, if they measure 'em by the com- pany they're keeping now. Pamela, (l. c. Smiling in spite of herself) I suppose we should be thankful that they are not to be our guests. D'Arcy. T shall twist that into a half welcome at least. (Pamela turns defiantly.) Pamela. Heaven forbid that a British uniform should have even a half welcome to our house. D'Arcy. 1 was never before tempted to desert me colors. Pamela. Would that the temptation were strong enough. . D'Arcy. Ah, Miss Townsend, the prestige of the British army wcndd disappear entirely if it were sub jeeted to it. D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 23 Pamela. I know of nothing that I would more dadly see disappear. (She takes up the iray and turns toward the house) Whatever you and Capt. (^reoory need shall be freely given. (Facing D'Arcy, trWi the tray in tier hand) D'AiicY. (Pointing lo the tray) Will it? Might I ask for a disli of tea? Pamela. You evidently forget, Major D'Arcy, that tea is a beverage which Americans have decided to do without. D'AncY. If you'll allow me to say it, I think you sadly muddled your own interests. Pamela. We kept our principles clear. D'Arcy. And what's the good of principle with- out ijitorest? (PAi\rEL\ turyis haclc, places tray on table L.) Pamela. A tradesman's argument. D'Arcy'. (Good humoredly) Faith, so it is and I'll adjure it. But being an Irishman, a fight's a tight, whatever the cause of it may be. Pamela. 1 can offer you nothing but a dish of cold chocolate. D'Arcy. Well, every soldier has to learn to take his medicine. (Takes the cup) And it is seldom he has it from the hands of so fair a physician. (Sips it, looks at her smiling) Nectar! (Turns away and makes a wry face) Pamela. Were I one, my prescription for you and your friends would be plenty of powder. (^Crosses hack to table) D'Akcy. Why, Miss Townsend, that's our favorite diet. Paalela. I am sorry that your entry into Pliiladolphia has not been more to your taste. (WAEN CURTAIN.) (Ready Band and Drum and Fife r.) 24 D'ARCY OF THE GIJAEDS. D^Arcy. (Holding up his cup) I admit, our reception has been cold. (Sipping the chocolate again) But nevertheless, it's rather sweet. (Pamela turns sharply) I mean the chocolate. Pamela. Your pleasure at being here, Major D'Arcy, is the measure of our regret. D'Arcy. No, no, it's not possible, that anyone (!Oiild regTet anything so much. Pamela. (Turns. Petulantly) Are you blind? D'Arcy. (Interrupting) It's only dazzled I am. Pamela. (Advancing to D'Arcy) Can you realize what it means to us, to us — to have onr town over-run, our very houses invaded by such a rabble as you so fortunately saved us from? D'Arcy. (With mock fear) Would you take the cup? (She takes it and goes hack to table) And all because we have a slight difference of opinion. Do you know, Miss Townsend, that I think if King George and his Counsellors, and this Mr. Washing- ton of yours, and his, were to Jet you and me sit here quietly in this old garden and talk the matter over, we could arrange the little difficulty very amicably. Pamela. I am afraid you would have to make too many concessions. Major D'Arcy. D'Arcy. (Quickly) I'd concede everything entirely. You should have all the tea the Indians could send you. Stamps wouldn't cost you a pennv and I'd have a special seat with a canopy constructed for you in the House of Commons, and when you journeyed to London to assume your prerogatives, you should be treated in right royal fashion. The Mall on a fine morning, presentation to his gracious Majesty at St. James' why you should have a couit all to yourself and there would be no lack of courtiers. Tell me, do my terms appeal to you, Miss Townsend ? (Pamela has stood looking into vacancy, fascinated, suddenly picks up tray,) D'AKCY OP THE GUARDS. 25 Pamkla. Your fancy carries you far. {Crosses towards house) D'Arcy. {Following her up) I wish it might carry me farther, and that ive might he friends. {She has reached the foot of the steps and turns as if to speak, ivheii the strains of " Rule Britannia " played off L. by miUtary band, comes faintly to her ears, she .straightens up and very sternly) Pamela, (r.) We might be friends, but we are enemies ! D'Arcy. Tlien be a kindly one and permit me to serve you. {He takes the tray. Fife and drum corps strike up " Yankee Boodle " from the R. in the dis- tance. They listen attentively. Moment's pause. Pamela raises her head proudly, turns, marches up stage, throws open the door and exits into house) {FIFE and DRUM r.) QUICK CURTAIN. (.4^ cue: "Might I ask for a dish of tea" Sunset effect commences, works down to blue on entire stage; at end of act have amber bunch light back of door so light strikes D'Arcy tvhen Pamela opens door vn house at end of act.) 36 D'AKCY OF THE C4UARDS. ACT 11. Scexe: — The Library or hoolc room of the Townsend house; a moniing three months later. A large comfortable room panelled high in creaym colored wood. There are doors at upper and lower L. The upper door leads to the main entrance door of the house; the lower door to the apartment occupied' hy Major D'Arcy and Gregory. A door at upper R. leads to the apart- ment occupied by the Townsends. At R. center is a huge fire-place with andirons and burning logs. A mantel shelf stands high over this, on which, at either end, are elaborate candelabra, and in the center a clock. At bach r. and l. are long windows reaching to the floor and through which the garden may be seen. A long mahogany sofa stands between these windows, and over it hangs an old mirror. A large mahogany table stands l. c. tvith writing materials, quills, ink, etc., etc. There are several chairs about and book shelves fiU several of the wall spaces. Long curtains in old rose, hang at the windoios omd the sofa and chairs are upholstered in green velvet. Gregory's cloak and hat on chair r. of table. DISCOVERED :— Pamela and Cynthia may be seen off back passing the windows from r. to l. They stop for a second at the window L. and look in, then disappear. A moment later they enter from door upper r. They are both in furs and carry the quaint long muffs of the old time. Cynthia. (r. v. rushes towards lite fire and D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 37 .<:preads her fingers to fhe blaze) I'm frozen stiff, Pamela. PA]\rELA. (c.) You don't walk fast enough, I'm all in a glow. Cynthia. Your nose is as pink as a cherry. Pamela. It isn't, Cynthia. Cynthia. (Rubbing her own) Well it should be. I know mine is. Pamela. [Going to her and pinching her ear. Cynthia stands with skirt drawn up, one foot on the fender) Little Malepert! Cynthia. Ouch! (They both laugh) Pamela, I thought surely we would have had some word from Harry this week. Pamela, (c.) Don't worry, dear. He's cooped up there at Valley Forge fretting himself sick to see lis. Cynthia. (.4/ fire-place ii. c.) It is nearly six weeks since he has last got through. Pamela. (^4/ table l. c. laughing) And then you made him promise never to risk it again. Cynthia. I know Pamela, but don't you think he should come to see Aunt Clarissa — and you? Pamela. Liitle Hoax! What n lovelorn maiden she is. We know he's safe. Cynthia, (c. romes down towards her) It is ten days since we've had word. Pamela. Oh, there's no need to worry dear. {Olancing al the cloclc on manlelpiece) Heigho, it's past eleven. ] suppose our lodgers have departed foi- tl^eir morning's arduous duties. (Impatienlly) Oh, when are we to get rid of tliat insufferable Irish dandy and liis jiiedical c' on the floor. Gregory notices it and 4- ahoul to step forivard to pi-ch it up, hut changes his D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 31 iii'wd.. Pamela and Cynthia pass out at door R. 1 E. As the door closes heliind them, Gregory stoops and picks up the letter. He is standing loohinq at the superscription ivhen D'Arcy enters from loiver L. 1 E. He is very smartly dressed in uniform and like Gregory, carries a military great (oai over his arm.) D'Arcy. {Evidently in a had humor) Hello, Greg. Not gone yet? (Enters from lower l. and crossing in front of Gregory — drops cloak and hat on chair R. to fire upu. c.) Gregory, (c.) No, I'm trying to thaw out. Devilish cold climate this. D'Ai.ty. (Up R. Standing before the fire) T lielieve these damned Americans would make it warm enough for u.s, if we'd only give 'em a show. Gregory, (l. c.) Well, you'll have your chance to-moiTow. D'Arcy. (Up r. c.) Yes, worse luck. Gregory. What's the matter, Jack? D'Ar( -Y. Oh, nothing's the matter ; don't bother m fellow. Greg. (With concern. Crossing to D'Arcy) Jack, I believe you're not well. D'Arcy. Go on. You want to physic me. Well I'm not well. Greg. What is it? (Turning D'Arcy around) D'Arcy. (With a twinJcle in his eye, which Gregory doesn't notice. He i^ too much engrossed in his professional point of view) I have some sort of trouble here. (Puts his hand to his heart) Greg. Your heart? D'Arcy. Wliere it ought to be. Greg. Nonsense, you're as sound as a horse. (Crosses from him to L.) D'Arcy. AVell, T ought to know. Greg. (l. c.) Tell me about it. What are your symptoms ? 32 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. D'Arcy. Well, Greg, my appetite seems to be dis- appearing, and I'm losing interest in everything. (Crossing^B,. to c.) Greg. I've noticed it. D'Arcy. And whenever I'm with a certain person, r have a tremendous palpitation in my heart. Greg. Jack D'Arcy, are yon going away? (Cros.<- ing to L. of table) D'Arcy. Maybe it's the same thing, Greg. I'm in love. Greg. {Sitting down in astonishment) Well, I'll be damned. {Sitting l. of table) Do you mean to say that you've worked me up to an operation pitch, with nothing but a tale of love sickness? D'Arcy. You seem to think it's nothing serious. Greg. What, if it is serious? You don't suppose that I keep love draughts on tap, do you ? D'Arcy. Ah, Gregy, you're unkind to me. Yoii liave no sentiment. Greg. {Rising, going toivard D'Arcy) Who is it — this time? D'Arcy. (c.) 1 resent your " this time " Captain Gregory, you know better than anyone, that I wasn''t so.rious the last time with Lady Betty Grey, or the time before with Miss Germainc, or even with the Countess of Clew. Greg. (l. c. laughing out) Jack, you'll be the death of me. D'Arcy. Faith, I should like to be — You've no more sympathy for the tender passion than a stone. Greg. {StiM laughing hard) My sympathies are broad. Jack, but I've never been able to cover your tender passions with them. {Laughing) D'Arcy. (c. ruffled laugh) You're mighty amused at my expense. Greg. (l. c.) Who is it, Jack? D'Arcy. {As if offended) I'll not call upon you to stretch your elastic sympathy any further. Captain G regory. D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 33 Greg. {Coaxing) I was only teasing, Jack. D'xiRCY. You'll not breathe it to a soul? Greg. I swear. D'Arcy. It's the Duchess. Greg. (Mystified) The Duchess? D'Arcy. Pamela. Greg. Miss Townsend? D'Arcy. Yes, the loveliest creature that ever tripped a minuet, or killed with the glance of brown e3es. She was born under the aegis of divine Diana, and all the Goddess' gifts have been showered on her. [Crosses to L.) Oh, Greg, why haven't you heart enough to know what I'm talking about? (Crossing back of him to fire-place upn.) Greg. (r. c. to r. of table l.) Too much heart -iddles the brains. D'Arcy. (Near fire-place) Pah! Your blood I uns icy cold. Greg, (l.) I saw your divinity but a moment before you came in. D'Arcy. (At fire-place. Eagerly) She was here? Greg. (Drily) Yes, curiously occupied. D'Arcy. What do you mean? Greg. She was reading what I judged to be a love letter. D'Arcy. (Losing his poise for a minute) A love —letter, man ! How do you know ? Whom was she leading to ? Greg. (l. c.) As I came in she and her cousin were standing where you stand, with their backs to Die. I hapi>ened to hear these words, "I shall leave camp before daybreak to-morrow disguised as — " 'Vhen I thought it was time to 'discover myself. D'Arcy. That was all you heard ? Greg. All. D'Arcy. (Laughing uneasily) Ah, you're sus- picious by nature, Greg, like all Englishmen. The note was to Miss Deane. (Turning to fire) Greg. (l. c.) I happen to know differently. 34 D'AECY OF THE GUARDS. D'Arcy. Differently? Greg. (Front of table l. c.) Yes. Here is the billet doux. Miss Townsencl dropped it, as she went out. D^Arcy. {^Coming down to table L. c. Eagerly taking it) Let me see it. (He reads the superscrip- tion) To Miss Pamela Townsend. (He turns it over and looks at the broken seal) And what did you hear Greg ? Greg. " I shall leave camp before daybreak to- morrow disguised as " D'Arcy. Why the devil didn't you wait to hear how the blackguard was going to disguise himself. (Going up to fire-place Vx. c.) (Gregory in front of iahle.) Greg. You hold the key to the mystery in your hand. D'Arcy. (r. c. front of fire. Reproachfully) Greg, I wouldn't have thought it of you. Greg. (c. front of table) Yet you would have me eavesdrop for your personal satisfaction. D'Arcy. (Going to him) Forgive me, old man, I'm not myself. What do you make of it? (Looks at the letter again) Greg. Honest ? D'Arcy. Honest, Gregg. Greg. I think there is someone in whom the fair Miss Townsend is particularly interested in the rebel camp at A^alley Forge, who intends getting through the lines to pay the lady a visit. D'Arcy. (Crosses to r. corner) Faith, the gentle- man will never returii alive to Valley Forge, if I once clap eyes on him. Greg. Well, he evidently hasn't arrived yet, or she wouldn't have been reading his letter so eagerly. D'Arci\ (Crossing to Gregory) You break my D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 35 heart, Greg. Was she really reading the scoundrel's letter eagerly? Greg. (Trying to soften it) Not so very eagerly, Jack. D'Arcy. {Grasping his hand) Thank you for that, Gregg, thank you. You're the best friend a man could have. Greg. (Heartily) Brace yourself, Jack. We must improve that heart action, eh ? D'Arcy. Faint heart will never do, will it. Greg? Greg. Not for so fair a lady. Jack. D'xArcy. (Clapping him on the shoulder) Egad. Greg, you have a soul above pill-boxes and lancets, after all. Greg. The proper spirit. We'll capture the fair dame, just as we'll bag Mr. Washington and his mob of rag-a-muffins to-morrow. Eh, Jack ? By force of arms. (Going up L.) D'Arcy. You're an immodest saw-bones, be gone v/ith you. (Gregory exits l. u. door laughing. D'Arcy turns and moves toivards the door at r. 1 e As he nearly reaches it, Pamela enters hurriedly, evidently a hit flurried. They almost collide. She goes over to fire-place) I beg ten thousand pardons. Miss To\vnsend, I am very awkward. Pamela. It was my fault. (She looks anxiously ahout the floor to see if she can discover the letter) D'Arcy. You are hunting for something? Pamela. (Moving to fire then doivn to L.) Yes. ! dropped a letter, I think, when T was here a few moments ago. D'Arcy. (Coming down c.) Maybe this is it. {Holds it out) Pamela. (A trifle confused) Yes, yes, that is it. (She talres it) Thank ycm. Tt was very stupid of nic. D'Arcy. 1 was about to brin.i;- it to you. Oaptain Gregory picked it up. 36 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Pamela. (Recovering her composure) It wa^ very kind of you. (She starts to leave the room. D'Arcy is on pins and needles. As she passes him going to fire-place, he speaTcs) D'Arcy. (c.) Miss Townsend? Pamela. (Up at door e. 1 e.) Yes? D^Arcy. May I speak with 3^ou one moment? Pamela. (Turns hack inquiringly com,ing to R. c.) \Yhat is it? D'Arcy. (Apologetically) A small company of Officers is to meet here to-night. (Hesitates) Pamela, (r. c.) Yes. D'Arcy. (l. c.) May we have — a — a undis- turbed possession of this room? Pamela. You mean that you will require the household to retire early? D'Arcy. You interpret my request harshly. Pamela. I save you that trouble. D'Arcy. Believe me. Miss Townsend, if it will ir anyway inconvenience you, I will do my best to have the rendezvous changed. Pamela. Major D'Arcy^ you and your conipanions in arms have occupied Philadelphia now for two months. I don't complain; it's the fortune of war. But it is no kindness to me to mask your demands under guise of courteous request. D'Arcy. You wrong my intention, Miss Town- send. Pamela. I have no wish to profit by any special consideration on your part. Every British officer should have broken his sword, rather than have turned it against the people of his own blood, fight- ing justly. (Crosses l.) D'Arcy. (c.) You speak from the heart? Pamela, (l. c.) That is where I feel. D'Arcy. I would give anything in all the world — except my sword, for some small place there. Pamela. (Drawing herself up coldly — ttirning to him) Major D'Arcy! D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 37 D'Arcy. (r. c.) Don't turn away, Miss Town- send ! No girl need be afraid of a tale of honest love. And — and I have such a tale to tell. Pamela, (l. c.) I cannot listen to you. Let me pass. D'Arcy. (Stopping her. Quietly) I must speak, Miss Townsend. Ever since that autumn morning, two months a^o, when I came into your garden, and saw you standiiior like some lovely flower, I have loved you. (She turns from him) Don't shrink from me. It is no crime for a man to bend to the fragrance of a rose, and my lips would prove recreant to my heart if they refused longer to speak. Pamela, (l. c. turning to him) Major D'Arcy. you take advantage of your position in this house to speak in a manner that you must know is distaste- ful to me. D'Arcy. (c.) God forgive you. Miss Townsend, for doubting my motives. (Turns r.) I could stand your indifference to the little I have to offer; my life, but your scorn humbles me beyond the telling, showing as it does how little you understand what I wish. Pamela. (Coldly, turning to him) I could not desire to understand what you wish, (Stepping up a little) and as for doubting your motives. Major D'Arcy, an American woman has no other alternative. To be loyal to her country, she must be loyal to her self, and I beg of you, if you are a gentleman, that you will never refer again to a subject that is painful to us both. D'Arcy. (r. c. Pulls himself together and bows mth anair) I trust, Miss Townsend, you will pardon my indiscretion. I have the honor to bid you good morning. (He turns and crosses towards the door at upper l.) Pamela, (c. not looking at him) This apart- ment will bo quite at your service this evening, as you request. 38 D'AECY OF THE GUARDS. D^Arcy. (Turning) Thank you. (He exits l. v. door and a moment later can he seen, passing the windows with his cloalc ahout him from L. to K. Pamela stands quite still for several moments, then taking the l. The door at lower R. opens quickly and Cynthia stands in the doorway for a moment) (Cynthia heckons Harry on. A second later Harry enters R. u. d. to c. Pamela rushes to him. lie is disguised' in the dress of a country man with heavy woolen stockings and hoots and rough clothes.) Pamela. {In his arms) Brother ! TowNSEND. (r. c.) Sis dear, here I am. (Kisses her) You got my note ? Cynthia. (Up r. Hovering around, gets round and doivn l.) Not half an hour ago. Pamela, (l. c. gaily) You should have brought it yourself. TowNSEND. It would havc been safer. I had a hard time getting through. As roads are more care- fully guarded than before, I thought they were after me once. But I gave them the slip! (Crossing to fire and kneeling, at fire to warm his hands) Pamela. It was dangerous coming by day. {Following him up) Townsend. It would have been worse by night. Cynthia, (l.) I must go tell Aunt Clarissa. Pll be back in a moment. (She exits up l.) Pamela. (By fire-place) Are you well, boy? ToavxVsend. (Laughing) As well as it's safe to be. (Back to fire) And how is my Pamela? Do your lodgers give you any trouble ? Pamela. They are models, Harry, and are really a great protection, you know. Townsend. That Irish Major, wliafs his name, does he behave civilly, and treat you with respect? 1^\mela. He's very nice, for a red coat. D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 39 TowNSKNi). I have heard as nmch. Pamela. (Tnterested) You have heard of him? TowNSEND. {Standing front of fire-place) Yes, curiously enough, the young Marquis de Lafayette, whom I told you about, met him in Paris two years ngo, and speaks very highly of him, Pamela. (Eagerly) Tell me, what did he say? TowN'SEND. Oh, he said he was a son of Lord D'Arcy, who was on the British Embassy at Paris. That's all. Pamela. (Disappointed, dropping down c.) Is that all? Towxsend. (He remains at fire-place. Noticing her interest) The Major hasn't been recruiting in the household, has he? Pamela. What do you mean? TowxsE]SD. The red coat is not proving too at- Iractive. Eh, sis? (D'Aecy crosses r. to l.) Pamela. You stupid boy! If you knew how T despise him (At this moment, D'Arcy can he seen passing out- side the window from r. quickly. When he reaches the luindow at l. he stops arid looks in and sees Pamela and Townsend. A moment later he withdraws quickly.) TowNSENT^. (Jumps up) What was that? Pamela. What? Townsend. I thought I heard someone on the terrace? (Goes to window at R. FAMmjA following) Pamela. (Uponhi^L.) Your imagination dear. Tov^NSEND. (Jumping hack quickly towards fire) Imagination, the devil, Pamela ! Do you see those red-jackets going around the corner of the house? (Indicates L.) 40 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Pamela. Soldiers? Where? (She looks, Cynthia noshes into the room and shuts the door at upper l. quickly behind her) Cynthia. (Getting on his n,) Harry, Harry, the house is surrounded. Quick, what are we to do? (All coming down.) TowNSBND. (Quietly draws a pistol from, his over- coat pocket) I felt that I hadn't thrown them off the track. I must make a run for it. (He makes start for R. u. door) Pamela. (Stopping him) It would be folly. They would shoot you before you'd ^one ten steps. (SOLDIERS TRUMPET.) TowNSEND. I can't be taken. I'm in the enemies' lines, disguised, that means Cynthia. (Rushes up to ivifidows) Ssh. AVhat shall we do, Pamela? Pamela, (l. c.) There is only one thing to do. Come this way. (She moves towards door at lower L.) Townsend. (Follows her doubtfully) Where? Pamela. The old spare chamber; Major D'Arcv occupies it. Find mother, Cynthia, and see that she is not alarmed. (Cynthia rushes to Townsend, lie holds her in his arms tenderly. ) Townsend. There, there, dear, I'll outwit tliem yet. Cynthia. Oh, Harry, I'm afraid. Pamela. Come. (Cynthia exits hurriedly r. 1 K.) They will not enter Major D'Arc/s chamber, if I can help it. Townsend. They will never take me alive if they do. (Holds up pistol significantly) D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 41 Pamela. No, no, not that. Go now. (She opens the door L. 1 e.) (TowNSEND exits L. 1 E. Pamela closes the door and locks it taking the key, then tualks over to fire-place. The tramp of feet is heard, off l. u. d. The door is flung open and a Sergeant with a file of Grenadiers marches in. Draiv up l. side of stage.) Pamela. (At fire-place up r.) What is the mean- ing of this intrusion? Sergeant, (c.) A rebel spy has been traced to this house. Have orders to search all apartments. Pamela. There are no apartments on this side of the house. Sergeant. (Pointing to R. 1 e.) Where does that door lead? Pamela. To the entrance hall. (Sergeant crosses the room, opens door at r. 1 e. and looks out. Then returns L. c.) Sergeant. And that? (Pointing to door l. 1 e.) Pamela. (Coming down r. c. Not watching him) Oh, there is a suite of chambers there. But they are occupied. Sergeant. Humph! We'll inspect them. (Goes ((f door and tries it L. 1 e.) It's locked. Pamela, (c.) I suppose so. Sergeant. (At door l. 1 e.) Where's the key? Pamela. One might imagine the occupant would liave it. Sergeant. We'll liave the door open, Corporal. (One of the Grenadiers steps forward and crosses to door and attempts to break in door with gun.) Pamela. (Quietly) 1 rloubt if Major D'Arcy will fare for that. Sergeant. (Stopping) Major who? 42 D'AECY OF THE GUARDS. Pamela. Major D'Arcv of the guards. Sergeant. (Suspiciously) Ts he quartered here ? Pamela. I have said so. Sergeant. Why is the door locked? Pamela. Major D'Arcy is at Headquarters and will no doubt give you any information you require — and perhaps even the keys. (Sergeant tvhispers with the Corporal for a moment, they both look suspiciously toward Pamela, who has turned away unconcernedly.) Sergeant. We'll go in anyhow. Pamela, (c. trying to appear indifferent) As you please. {Turns up. They move towards the door and are about to force it when D'Arcy enters hur- riedly L. u. e.) D'Arcy. (c. looks quietly from, the Sergeant, who with the Corporal stands to salute, to Pamela) What is this? Pi^MELA. (r. c.) The British Army has evidently wakened up. Sergeant, (l.) We are on the track of a rebel spy, Major, and Captain Dacier has ordered us to search the house. D'Arcy, I am very sorry, Miss Townsend, that vou have been subjected to this annoyance. {Drop- ing down L. c.) Pamela, (r. c.) Pray, Major D'Arcy, don't con- sider me in the matter. Yours would have been the annoyance. D'Arcy. (l. c.) Mine? Pamela. They were about to break into your chambers. D'Arcy. {To Sergeant) Is the door locked? Pamela, {^w&ot^a^t salutes. Looking at W kKCX steadily) It is locked. Sergeant. The lady said you would know why it was locked, sir, and that you had the key. lyARCY OF TPIE GUAEDS. 43 D'Arcy. (Watching Pamela closely) Quite riolit, Sergeant. You may withdraw your men to the terrace. Sergeant. (Saluting l. u. e.) Yes, sir. (Turn- ing to D'Arcy) What 'shall I tell the Captain? D'Arcy. Tliat I should like to see him here. Sergeant. Yes, sir. (Gives command to the squad, and they exit through door at upper l. and they may be seen drawn up outside the windoiv. D'Arcy and Pamela stand quite still for a moment facing one another, then Pamela steps to him and hands him the key) P.AMELA. Thank you. D^Arcy. (Quietly taking key) He is there? Pamela. I swear to you he is not a spy. D'Arcy. You love him. Pamela, (r. c.) As my life. I throw myself on your generosity; appearances are against him, I know; he is disguised, but it was only his eagerness to get here. I)^4rcy. (l. c.) I can understand that. Pamela. (Eagerly) Don't give him up, don't gi^'e him up. He's young, too young to die, and they would hang him. Oh, God, can't you see it would break my heart ! Have pity ! D'Arcy. Miss Townsend, can you swear on your honor, that be is not within oiir lines to seek informa- tion? Pamela. I swear it. D'Arcy. (Looks her sicadihi in the eye and is ronvinced of her sincerity) I. exceed my authority, Miss Townsend, but I'll save him, if I can. Pamela. (Alnwsf hrealdng down) Heaven will 1)1 ess 3'ou. D'Aiu Y. (iJently) The only reward I ask, is to see that light in your eyes. (Someone is heard at the door. PamvJjA goes up to fire-place) Ssh! Captain Dacier. (D'Arcy crosses to r. Captain Dacier enters, he is a young officer iriili supercilious manner) 44 D^ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Dacier. (c. Saluting D'Aecy, pays no attention to Pamela, save to look Tier over, does not remove his hat) Sergeant Tripp informed nie that you wished to see me. D'Arcy. (r. Dacier tales ojf his hat very un- graciously) The Sergeant tells me a rebel spy is in the house. Dacier. Yes, sir. D'Arcy. Have you found him? Dacier. No, sir. D'Arcy. (Severely) Why don't you? Dacier. (Loses his temper and is about to swear) How the • D'Arcy. Ahem ! Dacier. The Sergeant says you ordered him out. D'Arcy. There is no one here. At least I haven't looked behind the curtains or in the clock, or under the sofa. Dacier. Has that room been examined? (Point- ing to door upper R.) D'Arcy. There is nothing there but an empty hall. Dacier. Or that? (Pointing to door lower l.) D'Arcy. That's my room, and the door's locked. (Crossing to Dacier) Here's the key. Dacier. (l. c.) He must be somewhere. D'Arcy. (r. c.) Must be? Dacier. There is some mystery. D'Arcy. Clear it up. Captain, by all means, ha\e you looked in the well ? (WARN CURTAIN.) Dacier. The whole house has been looked over thoroughly, (l. c.) D'Arcy. (c.) Did you see him enter? Dacier. No. D'Arcy. Did anyone see him leave? Dacier. No. D'Arcy. (Severely) Then someone has blun- dered. Look into it. Captain Dacier. D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 45 Dacier. {Starting to door r. u. e.) I shall re- port the whole affair to Headquarters. D'Arcy. They don't like mysteries at Head- quarters, Captain Dacier. Dacier. (Discomfited) Good morning, sir. D'Arcy. Good morning Captain. Daciee. (Aside) Curse his Irish impertinence! D'Arcy. You remarked Captain? Dacier. Good morning. (Exits stiffly l. u. e. Shortly re-appears outside the window, A sha/rp word of command is given and the Grenadiers tramp off. D'Arcy steps to the window) D'Arcy. They're gone. Pamela. You are his preserver. He must see you. D'Arcy. Spare me that. Pamela. I ask it as a favor. Give me the key. (She goes to the door L. 1 e., unlocks it, opens it and calls) Harry, Harry come out. It is safe. He has saved you. (A moment later Townsend enters. He looks in astonishment from D'Arcy" to Pamela) Major D'Arcy, may I present Captain Townsend? (Joyously, talcing his hand) He has saved you, Harry. D'Arcy. (Aside, under his breath r. c.) Harry! Townsend. (Crossing to him, putting out his hand, D^Arcy ignores it stiffly) Major D'Arcy accept mine as well as my sister's thanks. D'Arcy. (Looking at him coldly) Your sister! (Then as it breaks upon him suddenly, he faces Pamela, crosses to her) Miss Townsend, do you mean to tell me that it is your brother I have saved? (Crosses to her) Pamela, (l. puzzled) No other. D'x^rcy. ( With great effusiveness, beaming, turn- ing to him) Captain Townsend, it is a privilege to meet you, sir. CURTAIN. 46 D'ARCY OF THE GUAKD8. ACT III. Scene: — Night of. the same day, about eight o'clock. The curtains are draivn across the ivindows and a number of candles are lit about the room. There are a number of pipes and a howl of tobacco on the table. DISCOVERED: — Gregory seated in arm-chair be- fore the fire, puffing away at a church-tvarden. Pamela enters from l. followed by Sambo ivith a huge punch-bowl which he places on the table. Pamela. Place it there, Sambo. Greg. (Rising and bowing) Good evening, Miss Townsend, what have we here? (Enthusiastically) A punch, as I^n alive ! Pamela. Have a care, doctor, a fish house-punch is supposed to be deadly. Greg. (Laughing) We'll take our chances, Miss Townsend. And very m,ucli thanks. (The metal knocl'er sounds off left) Ah, there's Jack. Pamela. Jack? Greg. Major D'Arcy. Pamela. (Confusedly) Oh — good night. Greg. Good night. (She exits at R. Gregory takes up a candle and goes out at l. The hnoching continues, then ceases) Sambo. American refreshments I'or British soldiers. Dar a mighty fine bowl of liquor going to waste. I'm glad my old massa never lived to see the day when his roof shelter a parcel of red coats. (Starts for l. 1 b.) American liquor for British soldiers — If I had my way about it I'd put rat pizin in it. (Crosses R. 1 e.. Sambo arranges glasses on table then exits at R.) D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 47 (Gkecoky re-enters luith D'Arcy mho throws his cloak and hat on the chair R. of window, and places a large roll of maps on the table with two pistols which he draws from his poclcets. All the while talking with Gregory.) Greg. You're early, Jack. D'Arcy. No one here, yet? Grp:g. (Filling glasses ivith punch) The clock has just struck eight. D'Arcy. Good. I'm glad they're late. I want to talk to you, Greg. Greg. Fill a glass and talk away. D'Arcy\ (Pours out two glasses from the decanter, fills a /ripe and settles himself at the table as does GREGORY^ They raise their glasses in a toast) I'll give you a toast. To the fairest maid in all the world. Greg. With all my heart. Jack. The little rebel? D^Arcy. Egad, Greg. She's a royal rebel, (Drinks) and I adore her. She gave me her hand, Greg, to Greg. (8its l. of table — getting up in astonish- ment) She gave you her hand? Have you asked her to marry you already man? D'x\rcy. (Sitting r. of table) Of course I asked her, and she refused me with the air of the Duchess that she is. Greg. But you just said she gave you her hand. D'Arcy. Oh, you silly old Greg, that was long afterward, and she gave it to me to kiss. Greg. Little baggage! Jack, she's trifling with you. D'Arcy. That's the point, Greg. It's me she's trifling with, and no one else — mind that. Greg. What's become of tother fellow — ^the mysterious man of disguise. D'Arcy. Ah, he's a jewel, Greg. I could love him as a brother — if I had the chance. 48 D'AKCY OF THE GUARDS. Greg. You saw him ? D'Arcy. I did indeed. Greg. Where? D'Arcy. Here. He spent most of the afternoon with his sweetheart, and at five o'clock, I gave him my company for three miles on his way back to the rebel camp. Greg. I give it up, Jack. You're either out of your head, or talking riddles. D'Arcy. If you'd not interrupt me every second, (^aptain Gregory, I could tell a straightforward tale, and a very pretty one it is. Greg. Go on, I'll not stop you. D'Arcy. I'll begin at the end. Greg. As usual. D'Arcy. Well, his sweetheart is not mine, Greg. Greg. I can readily believe that. D'Arcy. Oh, you stupid old Greg, you don't mean what I mean. Greg. What do I mean? D'Arcy. You mean that we ai-e both in love with the same girl, and so we are, but in a different way. Greg. (Hopelessly) And you compromised on that basis, did you, Jack? D'Arcy. Yes, I was perfectly satisfied with his way. He's her brother, Greg. Greg. Her brother! {Laughing) It is like one of Mr. Garrick's comedies. Jack. {Sitting L. of lahle) D'Arcy. It's better, it's real. Greg. But why did she give you her hand to kiss — if she wouldn't give it to you to keep? D'Arcy. You know not the ways of women, Greg. Your flinty heart has never been touched by ex- perience. Greg. Your experience with 'em seems to have been of much value to you, Jack. D'Arcy. Faith, Greg, every woiriau is a new ex- perience. D'ARCY OF THE GUAEDS. 49 Greg. It's an uns cloak, but the Col. retains his) Come, gentlemen, pull up to the table and don't slight the bowl. Greg. ('Calls to Kelter) Come on over here, Kelter. (There ks* a general movement of pulling out chairs,, filling churcli-tvardens, and the group sit, fill pipes, light them, and bloiv out a cloud of smoke.) Jennison. Gentlemen, I know that you all have a very -pardonable curiosity concerning the enterprises that is on foot, and I have orders here that will not only satisfy your curiosity but gratify your pride. (Takes a packet of papers from his pocket) Dal. That's good. Sir Edward, we've been mortifying our pride long enough. Jenistison. You're right. Major. The Com- mander-in-chief has thought secrecy of the utmost importance in this instance, and to that purpose these instructions have not been given to regimental com- manders till this evening. Far. (d. c.) When do we move, sir? Jenxison. (Taking out his ivatch) It is now half after eight. (Reads from- the orders spi'cad out on the table) " The advance, composed of both regiments of the Guards, and the brigade of Hessians is to move at eleven o'clock." Par. To-morrow, sir? D'AECY OF THE OUAT^DS. 51 Jennison. (Frouming) To-day, to-night, sir. You will have but an hour or so for — ^preparation. As you will see by the maps here, gentlemen — {They all crouyd — lean toward the maps) — the enemy's posi- tion is a strong one. Dacier. We'll sweep 'em off their feet. D'Arcy. (Laughing) You talk as if the Guards were armed with brooms, Dacier. Dacier. The bayonet is a Grenadier's broom. Jennison. The attack begins from this side with us. (Points to the map) The Hessians move to the left, and the Highlanders and 80th. take ih^ center. The cavalry division will follow closely and finish the business. (The Colonel and Dalrymple examine the maps closely.) Far. (Aside) If we're not finished by that time. Dacier. They are nothing but a disorganized rabble, and if we hem 'em so they can't run, they'll tlirow down iheir arms at once. Grkg. Or drown like rats in the river. D'Arcy. That's what they should do, Greg, but they won't. They are sadly lacking in the knowledge of tactics, and don't know how to retreat, and as for their manual of arms, it gives 'cm no information on subject of tlirowing 'em down. Dacier. Tlio rcl)ol rnscals don't seem to begin to light till they're beaten. Jenxjsox. (Looking up) Who said beaten? Dacier. 1 was saying. Colonel, that the rascals never knew when they were beaten. Jennlsox. Oh, the beggars, can figlit. And they'll have to to-morrow morning. Dal. If everything goes riglit. it will end the war. Jexxisox. Everything must go right. This is the n;ost important move we've made. There is no pos- sible wa^' in whicli oui- plans can have leaked out, and 52 D^ARCY OF THE GUARDS. they'll be totally unprepared, we'll catch 'em napping and rout 'em to the last man. Dal. They've only a handful of men fit for service, anyhow. Greg. That fox, Washington, seems to do most damage, when he has only a band of disabled men. Remember Trenton and Princeton. D'Aecy. Oh, let's forget 'em for the credit of the British Army, eh, Colonel? Jennison. Yes, it's like a bad dream. Far. To-morrow will retrieve all that and wipe the score clean. Dacier. We'll bring this Mr. Washington and his French side, the Marquis de Lafayette back to Philadelphia with us. Dal. I wonder if froggy is really a Marquis? ' D'Arcy. He's a beautiful Marquis, Dal, and a very charming gentleman, I knew him in Paris when he was only a lad. Jennison. And now I think there is nothing more to be said. We'll meet again before many hours. (Puts papers in his cloaJc pochet) D'Aecy. But who knows when or where we'll meet again after that ? Greg. Oh, none of your melancholy. (€ries of ''No! Nol") Jennison. (Rising) And now I must bid you good night, gentlemen. D'Arcy. Oh, Sir Edward, sit you down and give us a toast. (Several of the officers playfully press the Colonel back on chair r. of window by Jennison a7id Dalrymple takes his cloak and puts it on the lounge at back) Drink and be merry for to-morrow we Jennison. (Laughingly interrupts him) Jack, Jack, that's worse. All. x\ toast, a toast, Sir Edward. (They all fill their glasses and stand.) D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 53 Jennison. (All officers place left foot on chairs) Gentlemen? Are you charged? I give you King George. God bless him and his fighting men. All. (C licking glasses) King George God bless him and his fighting men. Jennison. And may they always support one an- other. All. Forever. {All rise and stand on chah' placing right foot on table holding glasses very high,' drink and step down from table. They lift Jennison to the table and then shout — "'For he's a jolly good fellow/' " He's a jolly good fellow — ■" when he has resumed his seat again.) D'Arcy. Come now, Dal, a song. All. Yes, yes, a song. Far. What shall it be? D'Arcy. That song about ''Let the toast pass, etc.^' Greg. Yes, that's the one. Dal. All right. Now everybody join in. (They all fill their pipes. Farquhar shigs " Sally in Ow\ Ally " tJie others join riotously in the choriis.) Kelter. I can come in strong on the chorus. All. All right, old man. D'Arcy. Now you start us Dal and we'll come in. (Dalrymple starts too high, all groan, then starts alone. All join in.) Jennison. (At conclusion of song, gets to his feet) Come, gentlemen, time is slipping. We must be on the move. 54 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. (There is a general movement of pushing haclc chairs, and preparations made for departure. 'Cloalc and hats donned, amid a buzz of talk and laughter, the Colonel hy mistake takes D'Aecy's cloak leaving his own behind.) D'Arcy. I'll liofht yon to the gate, Colonel. (As they put on cloaks.) Jennison. Don't you ride with us ? D'Arcy. Greg and I will meet you at headquarters in half an hour. Jennison. Good. (They all file out. D'Arcy bringing up the rear.) Greg. (With a candle) I'll be ready in ten minutes, Jack. D'Arcy. You'll find me here. (Exits l. 3 witli candle. Gregory exits d. 1. There is a faint sound of voices outside and snatches of '' Sally in Our Alley'' may be heard) (A moment after they have passed out, Sambo enters. He looks about the room,, sees the Colonel's cloak, picks it up carelessly and moves over to hang it up Tu. 1 F..) Sambo. Those officers certainly are a careless lot, leaving their cloaks and things behind 'em on a night like this. (Stops at door upper R. and calls) Miss Pamela — Oh, Miss Pamela. Pa:mela. (Of R.) Yes. Sambo. (MUSIC READY.) SAiAiBO. They're all gone. (Sambo hangs up the hat and cloak. As the cloak unfolds itself, he sees the ImndU of papers slicking from the pocket. He looks D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 55 at it rt-s' // he'd like to take it, and Pamela entenng at that moment, lie snatches it quickly) Pamela. Phew ! What a smoke, Sambo ! (She goes to luindow and raises it. Sambo steps ([uietly over to tahle at her hack and throws the papers down. BuMjing herse-lf about, snuffing candles) No glasses, broken, Sambo. Sambo. No, Miss Pamela, but the punch is spoiled. Pamela. Spoiled f (MUSIC.) Sambo. lt*s all gone. Pamela. {€omes to the table, laughing) Take these glasses to the pantry. (Picks up the papers) Wliat arc there? Sambo. T think some of tliose officer gentlemen dropped 'em. Pamela. (Giving them to Sambo) Oh, gv^Q them to Major D'Arcy in the morning. Sambo. (Taking them reluctantly, and moving away, crosses ii., then coining hack) Hadn't you better look at 'em Miss Pamela? Pamela. Read them? Certainly not. Sambo. Do read 'em! I could swear those red jackets was liere for no good, to-night. (He unfolds the papers) Mischief is certainly a brewin'. (Holds the papers in front of her, so that she- can't help seeing I heir purport) Pamela. (In a scared voice) Plans of the Ameri- caii fortifications at Valley Forge ! Order of attack on Valley Forge ! ! Sambo ! It's a plot. (She snatches the papers from him and leans with them toward the light on the tahle. She reads out hur- riedly) Order of attack on Valley Forge. The advance composed of both regiments of the Guards, and the brigade of Hessians is to move at eleven o'clock. Sambo. When ? 56 D^ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Pamela. It is dated Headquarters, December 29th. Sambo. That's to-day. Pamela. They intend to attack to-night. It's a surprise. Sambo. What's to be done, Miss Pamela ? Pamela. Let me think — Let me think — They must have word — they must — they must. Quick Sambo ! Go to the stables and saddle Bess. Sambo. What will you do? Pamela. I'll warn them. Sambo. You would never get through. Pamela. I will get through. I know every inch of the road and can make it in two hours — three at the most. If they are not warned they will be de- stroyed ! Quick now ! There is not a moment to spare. (Sambo exits hurriedly at R. She looks at the papers again for an instant, then throws them on the table. Sees the hat and cloak hanging, takes them, throivs the cloak ah out her and puts on the hat before the mirror. D'Arcy re-enters from l. 3. He carries the candle high in his hand, and draws his hand amazedly across his face on see- ing Pamela, as if to wipe a vision from his eyes. She hears him and looks up startled. He stands sim in astonishment.) Pamela. Major D'Arcy ! D'Arcy. Miss Townsend ! 1 thought it was some lovely ghost. Pamela. I was never more in the flesh than I am at this moment. D'Arcy. (Puts candle on tahle, noticing his cloak and hat on her) Are you for a masquerade to-night. Miss Townsend? Pamela. I am, and for a ride. D'Arcy. And may I accompany you ? D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 57 Pamela. Thank you, Major D'Arcy, but I must ride alone. D'Arcy. (Realizing her purpose, and mechanically talcing the papers from the table) I am afraid I cannot permit you to leave this room alone to-night; not for several liours at least. (Crosses r. tuith papers in his hand) Pamela. (Haughtily) Do you mean that you would dare to use force to restrain me? D'Arcy. I should feel extremely mortified if Miss Townsend pushed me to that extremity. Pamela. Which means that you would ? D'Arcy. Forgive me, Miss Townsend if I \n-ong you with my suspicions but I fear you have informa- tion of the utmost importance to the enemy, which is my duty to prevent coming into their possession. Pamela. You would keep me here on a mere sus- picion ? Let me pass ! D'Arcy.' I can't! Pamela. The boasted chivalry of the Irish gentle- man and the British officer fades away when put to the trial. D'Arcy. The Irish Gentleman and the British officer finds himself in a most odious position Miss Townsend. Relieve me from it, I beg of you; just tell me it's not so. Pamela. I deny your authority to question me. Major D'Arcy. Let me go. D'Arcy. I can't. Pamela. But why — the papers are in your posses- sion. D'Arcy. The papers? Pamela. The plans for the attack on Valley Forge? (She sees from his startled look that she has committed herself irrevocably, they look tensely at one another, then she swings around to supplication) Oh, help me! Help me! Can't you see what it means? Friends and country — all that I liold dear in the world. 58 D^ARCY OF THE GUARDS. D'Arcy. All that you hold dear in the world — ah, yes, yes, I know — ^but think what it means for me. You put me to a cruel test. Miss Townsend. If my love for you was one whit less true or honest, Fd bid you go and claim the reward of my dishonor Pamela. Are love and honor then so far apart? N"© one need ever know ? Oh, let me go, let me go. D'Arcy. On one condition ! Pamela. And that is D'Arcy. Give me your word that you will not leave this house to-night or communicate to anyone the information which you have — and I'll let you go. (Sambo appears at the door R. muffled and with a lantern. Pamela sees him and the sight of him gives her resolution.) Pamela. No, no. (Draiving the pistol from under her cloak) And Major D'Arcy you will prevent my passing at your peril. D'Arcy. (Steadily) I would prefer it so! Pamela. I warn you ! D'Arcy. You cannot leave the room ! (Pamela fires, D'Arcy stumbles forward into chair — Sambo rushes forward to her as she shri7i]cs haclc dazed.) Sambo. My Gawd, Miss Pamela you have killed him surely ! Quick the horse is ready — you must go ! Go! Pamela. (Wildly) No, no, I can't — I can't. Sambo. It will be sartin death. Now if you stay here now they'll kill you sure. Pamela. No matter Sambo, I can't. I can't go. Take Bess, ride to A^alley Forge, you must save them, you must save Master Harry. Ride Sambo, for your life. (He crits hurriedly at R. Pamela goes quichly to D'Arcy's side) Major D'Arcy, Jack — spealv to me — speak ! D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 59 D'Arcy. (Slowly coming to Jdmself) Ah, thank Ilea veil you are liere Miss Townsend. (Gets shakily to his feet) Pamela. {Pitifully) Oh, what have I done! What have I done ! Can you forgive me ? D'AiicY. {Holding the ivounded arm with the other hand and trying to conceal his pain) Forgive you, Miss Townsend — ah, it's nothing — nothing. All's fair in love and war. {There is sound of loud knocking off l. 3 and Gregory calls from l. i e.) Greg. Jack! Jack! Are you ready? ( D'Arcy harnedly pulls off his sash.) D'Arcy. {He stands) Might I bother you to help me Miss Townsend ! No one must see this. {She hurriedly binds up his arm. The knocking continues. Gregory's voice sounds closer, calling) Greg. Jack ! Jack ! Pamkla. {Hurriedly ivorkvng at his arm) Oh, do 1 hurt you ! D'Arcy. No, no, it's delicious. But you must not be found here. Miss Townsend, with me in this condition. We could never explain. Go now, go! Give me your cloak! {He takes the cloak she has on, and swings it over his shoulders, she moves un- steadily toward door upper R. when at that ynoment Gregory enters at lower r. 1 she slips quickly he- hind curtains out R. 1 e. leaves door open, window at hack R. unobserved by Gregory. D'Arcy manages to take the papers out of his belt and back into the pocket of his cape as Gregory comes toward him. The knocking is now out side door at L.) Greg. Why the devil didn't you answer? I thought I heard a shot. D'Arcy. {Steadying himself at the table) You 60 D'ARCY OF THE GUAEDS. heard that knocking outside, let the beggar in who- ever it is. (Gregory exits at l. and re-enters iviili Dalrymplb who had D'Arcy's cloak.) Greg. Oh, it's you Dal. (They move toward D'Arcy.) Dal. By some mistake. Jack, the Colonel took your cloak, and in the pocket of his own he left im- portant papers. Have you seen them? D'Arcy. (Looking down at the cloak he has on) Why then this must be the Colonel's cloak. (Pulls out the papers) And here are the papers safe and sound. Dal. (Taking them) I'm glad of that — ^he'll be relieved to get them back. Gentlemen, I'm for headquarters, do you ride with me ? Greg. I'm ready. Come along, Jack. (D'Arcy leans heavily against the tahle) Why, what's the matter with you? D'Arcy. (Pullhig hhnself together and forcing a laugh) Nothing — nothing — I'm afraid the enter- tainment to-night was too much for me. Go on, boys, I'll follow. (Gregory and Dalrymple pass out at l. 3 talking. Pamela comes quickly forward from behind curtain — fear and distress filling her.) (MUSIC.) Pamela. Major D'Arcy ! You cannot go in your condition — it would mean death. I couldn't bear that — I couldn't. D'Arcy. Ah, Miss Townsend, it is but a touch, many a lad will think himself lucky this night if he gets off with as little. And your safety hangs on my going. D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 61 Pamela. Major D'Arcy ! You cannot go, it Mould be madness — madness. D'zVrcy. Miss Townsend it would be madness to stay — God knows I can explain almost anything but — (Pointing to his arm) I could never explain this. Your safety hangs on it. Pamela. I would willingly pay the price of safety, if you will stay — what would safety mean to me if your death lay at my door! Oh, my God, I (■ouldn't bear that. You must stay — you must! D'Arcy. (p]ed beire'ar, and try to work on her sympathies? Greg. Perhaps your potential lordship would ]>rcfer to have the ladv make the advances? D'Arcy^ Gre^, you'll drive me mad with your folly. What have I to give her ! How on earth could I dare to hope to make her happy? I'm a V. reck of a man and no fit mate for her likes. Greg. Nonsense, you'll be as strong as ever you were in a month. And as for what you have to give her, a pretty estate, an old name, are not to be sniffed at, even by a little American rebel. There is many a London dame that would jump at the chance of being my Lady D'Arcy. D'Arcy. I can't agree with you, Greg, but what you suggest is impossible. You don't understand women as I do, old man, and there is no use of talk- ing about it further. Greg. (Resignedly) As you please, Jack. And I'm thinking the diet of ashes you spoke of hav- ing when you get home, will do you good. (SOLDIERS READY.) (The tramp of feet ?> heard off l., and a Sergeant tvith a file of Grenadiers enter arch l.) D'Arcy. (Angrily) Sergeant, what the devil is this? Sergeant. (Very apologetic on seeing Gregory and D'Arcy, hut salute stiffly) xVn arrest, sir. Greg. An arrest? D'Arcy. Arrest of whom? Serg. (Takes papers from his coat and hands it to D'Arcy) An order for the arrest of Miss Pamela Townsend. 70 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. D^Arcy. (Opens paper and glances through it, frowning heavily. With a quick glance at Gregory) Very well, Serjeant! I will take charge of tins. Remove your men to the garden! The examination of the prisoner will take place here. (Crosses l. Sergeant salutes, gives ivord of command and exits with the file at L. 2 e.) Greg. (Up a hit) We mnst tell her. D'Arcy. (BlanUy) Tell her what? Greg. (Smiling) That the way of the trans- gressor is hard. (They are interrupted hy the entrance of Pamela from R. and there is an emljarrassing pause.) Pamela. (Looking from one to the other) Do 1 intrude, Doctor — Major D'Arcy? D'Arcy. Intrusion is a mild word you use, Miss Townsend; we wish you were a thousand miles from where you are. Greg. Indeed we do. (Up a hit) Pamela. (Wonderingly) What is it? D'Arcy. I have an order here for your arrest. Miss Townsend Pamela. (grosses to c. Shocked) For my arrest, Major D^Arcy? (VOICES READY.) D'Arcy. (Apologetically) Yes, and the Colonel \vi]l be here shortly to conduct the examination. Pamela. (Appealingly) What am I to do? D'Arcy. Put yourself in our hands, Miss Town- send, and say as little as possible. Pamela, (c. DeterminedJy) 1 cannot lie. D'Arcy. (l. c.) Couldn't you try, Miss Town- send? I could teach you how if I had the time. Greg. (r. c.) There is such a thing as polite evasion, Miss Townsend, which sometimes answers every purpose. D'AI7CY OF THE GUARDS. 71 D'Arcy. (Confidentially) All you have to do is to tell the truth, nothing but the truth— and yet not necessarily the whole truth. (VOICES HEARD.) Greg, (r.) They're coming now! D'Arcy. (Quickly) Be careful what you say; commit yourself to nothing. (She moves hack to alcove at upper r. and stands unobserved as Colonel Jennison, Major Dalrymplb, Captain Farquhar, Dacier and Kelter enter. D'Arcy steps to Jennlson who cordially grasps his hands) Wel- come to you, Sir Edward. The sight of you would do a blind man good. Jennison. Well, Jack, it is good to see you on your feet D'Arcy. (Laughing, pointing to his arm in sling) Ah, Colonel, it's lucky I don't have to walk on my hands; if T did you'd never see me on my legs again. Col. (Laughing heartily, the others joining) When were you hit that night. Jack? (All listen.) D'Arcy. (A tnfle confused) Hit? I?— Oh, sir, I was hit when I least expected it. Col. (Shaking his head tvisely) Ah, you can never tell about those things. D'Arcy. (Volubly) Xever, never. Sir Edward; sure I was never more surprised in my life. Col. (Facetiously) I believe you were half shot before you left the house that night. D'Arcy. (Smiling) There's more truth than jest in that, Colonel. (Circle up r. Introduces Pamela) Allow me to present you, Colonel. Miss Townsend, Colonel, Sir Edward Jennison. (77/^' (\)L()NEL hoirs and Pamela courtesies.) 72 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. Col. (l. c. Gregory, r. A little mystified) But this is not the Miss Townsend, Jack, the prisoner? D'Arcy. (r. c.) Yes, sir; but I don't think it necessary to put her in irons. Col. {Puzzled — froivning) Do you mean to say this is the Miss Townsend about whom I heard sucl) dreadful things? D'Arcy. I know of nothing more dreadful, Sir Edward, than the fact that she has been at my bedside night and day for the past five weeks — ever since ray accident. Col. (Surprised) Bless my soul. Jack; am I to understand the prisoner has been nursing you? Greg, I should have been of little service with- out her, Colonel. Col. But is it so, Miss Townsend, that you are a rebel sympathizer? Pamela, (c.) I am not only a rebel sympathizer, sir; but I am a rebel. (Gregory and D'Arcy look at one another in con- sternation. Colonel Jennison is a hit em- barrassed.) Col. And were you at home on the evening of December 39th? Pamela. I was. Col. AwA who were the other inmates of tlie liouse that night? Pamela. Mostly British othcers. Col. (l. c.) And besides — ? Pamela, (c.) My mother and cousin. Colonel. Had you or they any knowledge of tlie purpose of the meeting that night? Pamela. N^one. (^olonel. Would you be willing to swear to that ? Pamela. Yes. D'Aroy. (k. v.) It is only fair to Miss Town- D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 73 send sir, for me to say that the papers which you lelt behind you were out of my sight only the few minutes during which I was lighting you out ^^^^^'(^iepping forward l.) Yes, Colonel, Mayor D Arcy found them in the pocket of your cloak, just where you had placed them, and handed them to me. Col. (Evidently imp-essed) Ah, I was not aware of that. Would you be willing to swear Miss Townsend that you overheard nothing that took place in this room on the occasion of the meeting? Pamela. (After a moment's hesitation) No (Her reply causes D'Arcy and Gregory to look at her anxiously. The Colonel looks at her steadily) Col. (Impressively) You did overhear some- thing? Pamela. Yes. Col. What? Pamela. Carousing and singing. (D'Arcy and Gregory nearly collapse. Going up R.) Col. I hear there is a rumor of a spy having been traced to this house — (Pamela turns) on the morning of that same day. Pamela. I can swear that no spy entered our house that day. D'Arcy. (Coming down between Pamela and Colonel) I was present, sir, when the searching party arrived, and I would also be willing to swear that no spy was in the house. Col. You overheard nothing? Pamela. Nothing. Col. (Abruptly) Who issued the order for Miss Townsend's arrest? (Bus. about the order.) D'Arcy. (Taking the order from his sash. Com- 74 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. ing down R. of Colonel) I believe it is signed by you, Sir Edward. (Hands it to the Colonel) Col. (Embarrassed, looTcs at it) Ah, yes — yes — I remember. (He moves up hack and tears the order in pieces, flinging them in the fire-place or on floor, then comes down L. c.) Miss Townsend, there has evidently been some grievous mistake and I wish to offer you my very sincere apology for the incon- venience we have caused you. And I should feel my- self sadly remiss, Miss Townsend, if I did not take this opportunity of thanking you, not only for my- self, but in behalf of my whole regiment for the very generous care which you have bestowed upon one of us. The Guards will not forget your service to Major D'Arcy. Pamela. You are very good, sir. Col. (Turning to the group of Officers) Gentle- men! (They begin to move toward door at l. 2 E.) Again I thank you, Miss Townsend. Good morning. (She curtseys very low, crosses K. and sits on sofa R.) Good-bye, Jack. D'Arcy. Good morning. Colonel. Good morning to you boys, good morning. (Colonel Jennison and Officers exeunt at l. 2 e. Gregory laughs, but D'Arcy bows him out too, and Pamela and he are left alone. Heaving a sigh of relief.) Pamela. (Seated R. on sofa) I can never forget the way in which you shielded me from all con- sequences. D'Arcy. (Returning to c.) Think nothing of that. I knew you'd never do such a thing again — and — and I needed a nurse so badly. As for thank- ing you for all you've done for me these past weeks, I have no word for it. Pamela. (Rises) Don't, I beg of you, Major D'Arcy ; don't thank me. Forgive me if you can in D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. 75 your heart, but thanks for what little reparation I have been able to make, stings like a blow. D'Arcy. Forgive you, Miss Townsend ! It was the fortunes of war; I abide by them. And I shall always hold as my sweetest memory, the recollection of my lovely opponent. Pamela, (r. c.) You are too generous. D'Arcy. (l. c.) Generosity is a cheap quality in one who^s beaten. Pamela. (Hastily) I did not mean that Major D'ArcY; believe me. And if I could do anything, oh, anything; to atone for the cowardly advantage I took of you that night D'Arcy. (Interrupting gently) Pray don't dis- tress yourself. Miss Townsend; all is fair in — war. Pamela. You are a mag-nanimous foe. Major D'Arcy. D'Arcy. My reward is your saying it. It will be some comfort when I am gone to know that one red- coat lies gently in your thought. Pamela. (Faltering) It is so — You are going back — soon ? D'Arcy. Yes, I sail next week. (There is a pause. Pamela fumbles in her skirt and brings out the miniature.) Pamela. (Hands it to him) Sambo found this on the floor here; I am sure you'll want to take it with you. D'Arcy. (Eagerly) Oh, Miss Townsend, a thou- sand thanks. I thought it gone; Greg and I have searched high and low for it. (WARN CURTAIN.) Pamela. (Coldly) I am very glad to restore so -precious a thing to you. You are returning to — to her? D'Arcy. Yes, to her ; the dearest, gentlest mother \ 76 D'ARCY OF THE GUARDS. in the world. This was painted when she was a girl. Pamela. (Almost earned off her feet with joy and surprise, which she struggles to suppress) Your mother ! D'Arcy. Yes. Pamela. I thought D'Arcy. (Loohing at her in a startled way, getting a first glimpse of the truth) You thought? Pamela. (Lamely) It was your cousin — or D'Arcy. (Moving closer to her, a new looh in his eyes) Or who? Tell me, Pam — Miss Townsend, would you have cared if it had been neither mother nor cousin? (Pamela is overcome and can only looh down. D'Arcy wavering not daring to helieve the truth, comes close to her and speaks pleadingly, urgently) Tell me, tell me! Pamela. (In a low voice) I would have cared more — than I dare to show. D'Arcy. (Putting his face nea/r hers) It can't be true. Pamela. It is true. D'Arcy. (Drawing closer) Then it's the most beautiful truth in the world. (Drawing from her) But it's not pity ? You're not taking me out of pity ? Pamela. Pity ? D'Arcy. You see I'm only a piece of a man. Fm useless. 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