George. Wait with me here for just a moment. (Then to his
mother); We'll come, in just a moment, mother.

Mrs. S. (smiles at him then, as the others enter house). I'll
call you when we are ready.

[Exit.

[Charlotte turns, facing him; he takes her other hand, looking
long and lovingly into her face.

Char. I can hardly think you're real. But you are here: you have
come back to me.

George. And if the time has been long to you, how about me there
in the camp?

Char. I try not to think about that part--only of how I love you!
That makes up to me for all the rest.

George. We can't think of ourselves in times like these. But I
may think of you. You're in my heart each moment of the day and in my
dreams at night (He bends over her). My own sweetheart, I wonder if you
know or even guess how dear you are to me!

Char. I measure your love with my own for you. That's fair
enough, and so I think--I think I know how much you love me.

[George has been leaning tenderly over her as she sits on the
bench. He now comes and sits beside her, taking one of her