Private Jeffreys, 'SHUN! Right--TURN!
About--TURN! Left--TURN! Quick--MARCH! [_Exit_ George _to win V.C._
CURTAIN.
ACT III.
Marmaduke's _Mansion in Park Lane, August, 1916._
[_Enter_ Mary Beltravers (_nee_ Gray), _unhappy._
_Mary._ My little dog--my only friend--I cannot find him. (_She rummages
absently among the papers on her husband's desk. Suddenly she snatches up a
document, reads it through and clutches at her throat._) My husband--a
German ser-py! (_She turns savagely on_ Marmaduke, _who has just entered._)
So this--this is the source of our wealth! Your munitions arm our enemies.
You play the German game.
_M.B._ (_simply_). I do. I have a birth qualification.
_Mary_ (_wildly_). But I'll thwart you; I'll denounce you (_seizes
telephone_). You shall rue the day you married a true daughter of England.
_M.B._ (_with sinister significance_). Remember, Mary, "to love, honour and
OBEY." Put down that instrument. [_With a gesture of despair she lets
the receiver fall, thus driving the girl at the exchange nearly frantic.
Suddenly the door is thrown open.
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