I should be shot for a
deserter, or, what's worse, I should be hanged for a spy.
_Helen_. What shall I do!
_Mess_. And besides, there's Madame Grey will be wanting me by this
time. See how the candles dance about the rooms there.
_Helen_. Yes, you are right. We must go in and help them. Come.
(_They enter the house_.)
DIALOGUE IV.
SCENE. _The British camp. Moonlight. A lady in a rich travelling dress,
standing in the door of a log-hut_.
_Lady Ackland_. (_Talking to her maid within_.) What is the matter,
Margaret? What do you go stealing about the walls so like a mad woman
for, with that shoe in your hand?
_Maid_. (_Within_.) There, Sir!--your song is done!--there's one less, I
am certain of that. _Coming to the door_.) If ever I get home alive, my
lady--Ha!--(_striking the door with her slipper_.) If ever--you are
there, are you? I believe I have broken my ear in two. The matter? Will
your ladyship look here?
_Lady A_. Well.
_Maid_. And if ever I get back to London, I'll say well too. If ever I
get back to London alive, my lady,--I'll see----
_Lady A_.
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