hands in both his own.

George. I want your promise for one thing--one thing that will
make me the happiest, proudest man in the world.

Char. What more can I promise you? I've given you myself. What more--

George (impulsively leaning closer to her). Marry me to-night!

Char. To-night! Why, I--I--

George. Yes, to-night! We may go for a long campaign South. I may
not come again for months. Let me be sure you are my own before I go.
I'll get the chaplain here in half an hour.

Char. To-night! But, George, I--I--of course, I'll marry you if
you think best, but--

George (delighted). But what? Nothing in all the world can matter
if you marry me to-night.

Char. But I haven't any dress.

George (laughing). What does that matter? Why not the one you
have on now? I never saw you look more lovely.

Char. Oh, I have one other: a nicer one than this (happily).
Well, this will do if it pleases you.

[He gently puts his arm around her.