What--
DICK. Nothing; I don't hope it any more, anyway! I say, Georgiana,
you'll go around and see mother and father once in a while, won't you?
GEORGIANA. Of course I will--
DICK. It'll cheer them up a lot, you know--they feel so badly; it's
pretty tough on them, my leaving.
GEORGIANA. _I_ feel badly too--
DICK. That's jolly good of you.
GEORGIANA. And isn't it just a little _tough_ to leave me? Your oldest
friend almost, you know.
[_She adds this latter to cover up the sentiment which was coming too
near the surface._
DICK. Of course it is.
GEORGIANA. You haven't said so.
DICK. Still waters run deep, Georgy, and I--[_He moves away._] really, I
must be going.
GEORGIANA. [_Rising._] No, _don't_ go.
DICK. [_Looking at his watch._] I must.
GEORGIANA. No, let me see your watch. Yes, you have got three more
minutes. Please--sit down--
[_She persuades him to sit down again, and she reseats herself._
DICK. Have your own way!
GEORGIANA. Will there be fighting?
DICK. I hope so!
GEORGIANA. Oh, but what fighting! I've read, I know--ambushes and
tortures--their war is murder.
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