Curiosity. The regiment that was dismissed to-day. They'll
be here anon.
_Leslie_. Ay, let them come.
_Off_. Look,--who comes up that winding pathway through the trees, with
such a swift and stately movement? A woman! See how the rude soldiers
turn aside with awe. Ah, she comes hither.
(_A voice without_.)
Where is she?--stand aside!--What have you here in this dark
ring?--Henry--nay, let me come.
(_Mrs. Grey enters the glen_.)
_Grey_. For God's sake, Madam, let me lead you hence. This is no place
for you. Look at this group of men, officers, soldiers--
_Mrs. G_. Would you cheat me _thus_? Is it no place for _me_? What kind
of place is't then for her, whose--Oh God!--think you I do not see that
slippered foot, nor know whose it is,--and whose plumed bonnet is it
that lies crushed there at their feet?--unhand me, Henry.
_Leslie_. Nay, let her come,--'tis best.
(_She passes swiftly through the parting group_.)
_Mrs. G_. My daughter!--_Blood_? My stricken child smile you? No pity
was there then? Speak to me, speak! Your mother's tears are on your
brow, and heed you not? Nay, tell me all, my smitten one.
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