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ve in. _(she holds out her hand to him)_ Thank you for the past. Good-bye. {Gil.} _(R. C., falteringly)_ If I come back--rich-- in a year, would there be any chance for me? {Kate.} _(in a whisper)_ No. _(crosses to R.)_ {Gil.} Good-bye, dear Squire Kate, _(goes to her)_ {Kate.} Good-bye, old friend Gilbert, _(they shake hands)_ _(She sits on garden seat, thoughtfully. Takes small purse from her pocket, looks at wedding ring in it, and kisses it. Gil. goes quickly up stage, then turns and looks at her; after a moment he comes softly, unperceived, to C.)_ {Gil.} _(quietly)_ Kate. {Kate.} _(rising with a start)_ Eric! {Gil.} Oh! {Kate.} _(seeing Gil.)_ You!--why have you come back? _(reseating herself)_ {Gil.} _(bitterly)_ Eric! Eric! The young soldier who is privileged to wind the apron strings round his neck--who lolls away his leisure here with his feet higher than his head, and a cigar between his teeth. {Kate.} _(confused)_ Don't heed me--I don't know what I have said! {Gil.} Said! Called me by another man's name. Oh, I didn't mean to trap you. {Kate.} _(rising)_ Trap! _(takes up key-basket)_ {Gil.} I beg your pardon, _(meekly)_ but it was concerning this very Mr. Thorndyke that I returned to speak to you. {Kate.} I won't hear you. I'm going indoors. {Gil.} _(calmly)_ I won't let you. _(standing before her)_ {Kate.} You know what you are here? {Gil.} Is it mistress and servant? {Kate.} I was your mistress--you are my discharged servant. {Gil.} Humbly, then, as an old servant, I ask you to consider what this Mr. Thorndyke really is. {Kate.} _(coldly)_ A gentleman and a soldier. {Gil.} Not a gentleman, because he's a soldier-- what does he do here? _(pause)_ {Kate.} We are friends. {Gil.} They don't say that in the parlour of the White Lion. {Kate.} Oh! Do they dare--? {Gil.} Oh, yes, they dare. {Kate.} The idlers in a pot-house malign the woman out of whose land they get the very crust they eat. _(covers her face with her hands and sits on garden seat)_ How hard! How cruel! {Gil.} _(earnestly)_ I have stopped their tongues when I have been by. I have always said-- {Kate.} _(raisin
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