Part 47 (1/2)

--George.-- I wish I could think so. (_Sighs._) But I have yet to approach her, and she may be another's. (_Fiercely._) Heavens, Henry, if she should be another's!

_Enter_ Isobel.

--Isobel-- (_brightly_). So I've run you to earth at last. Now what have you got to say for yourselves?

--Henry-- (_like a man_). By Jove! (_Looking at his watch._) I had no idea--is it really--poor old Joe--waiting----

(_Dashes out tactfully in a state of incoherence._)

--George-- (_rising and leading_ Isobel _to the front of the stage_).

Miss Barley, now that we are alone I have something I want to say to you.

--Isobel-- (_looking at her watch_). Well, you must be quick. Because I'm engaged.

(_George drops her hand and staggers away from her._)

--Isobel.-- Why, what's the matter?

--George-- (_to the audience, in a voice expressing the very deeps of emotion_). Engaged! She is engaged! I am too late!

(_He sinks into a chair, and covers his face with his hands._)

--Isobel-- (_surprised_). Mr. Turnbull! What has happened?

--George-- (_waving her away with one hand_). Go! Leave me! I can bear this best alone. (_Exit Isobel._) Merciful heavens, she is plighted to another.

_Enter_ Henry.

--Henry-- (_eagerly_). Well, old man?

--George-- (_raising a face white with misery--that is to say, if he has remembered to put the French chalk in the palms of his hands_).

Henry, I am too late! She is another's!

--Henry-- (_in surprise_). Whose?

--George-- (_with dignity_). I did not ask her. It is nothing to me.

Good-bye, Henry. Be kind to her.

--Henry.-- Why, where are you going?

--George-- (_firmly_). To the Rocky Mountains. I shall shoot some bears.

Grizzly ones. It may be that thus I shall forget my grief.

--Henry-- (_after a pause_). Perhaps you are right, George. What shall I tell--her?

--George.-- Tell her--nothing. But should anything (_feeling casually in his pockets_) happen to me--if (_going over them again quickly_) I do not come back, then (_searching them all, including the waist coat ones, in desperate haste_) give her, give her, give her (_triumphantly bringing his handkerchief out of the last pocket_) this, and say that my last thought was of her.