DICK. Oh, you were thinking of my career! That'll take care of itself if
I come back--and if I don't--
GEORGIANA. Please!
DICK. They said we were a lot of dandies in the regiment, and that if it
ever came to fighting, people'd see us back down!
GEORGIANA. But need you all go?
DICK. That's the glory of it! It's fine, Georgy. There isn't a single
man who'll be left behind, not on any old excuse!
GEORGIANA. Splendid!
DICK. You do want me to go, then, don't you?
GEORGIANA. Yes, if it's like that, I want you to go--but--I want you to
come back, too!
[_Almost breaking down._]
DICK. Hello! I believe you're crying.
GEORGIANA. I'm not!
DICK. [_Tenderly, scarcely believing._] Do you care so much as that,
Georgy?
GEORGIANA. [_Proudly._] Of course I care!
DICK. It's funny, isn't it--think how long we've known each other.
GEORGIANA. [_Still with a choke and a tear._] I don't see why it's
funny.
DICK. What I mean is, we're sentimental beasts--we people.
GEORGIANA. Thank you, I don't care for the way you put it.
DICK. [_Takes a long breath._] Well, I wish you joy, Georgiana.
GEORGIANA.
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