THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
Frank : Here?
Margaret (shrinking away from the window) : He musn’t see me. Oh, but he’s changed . . . changed.
Kitty : Mrs. Grey . . . please go.
Margaret : Yes, I’ll go. (To Jenny) Please don’t bother to come. I can find my way.
[She reaches the door and looks back longingly at the window.
Please . . . tell him about me . . . if he hasn’t had that letter.
Jenny (after a long pause, in a strained voice) : Chris is out there.
Kitty (backing from the window) : Can you see him?
Jenny (moving to the window, fearfully) : Yes. Yes. Oh, Chris!
Kitty : How. . . how does he look?
Jenny : He . . . he . . .
[She sinks on to the window-seat in tears.
Kitty (To Frank) : Did you tell him you were coming here?
Frank : No . . . I merely said I had business to see to.
Kitty : Then he came down on his own . . . to his old home . . . not to me.
Frank : Kitty, my poor girl . . .
Kitty : Frank, go and bring him in.
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