Winth. Consider yourself under arrest.

Hop. (looks toward the house). The old place, too.

Winth. An outrage! Back to your horses and wait there. Where are
the people?

[Exit soldiers.

[They turn and discover the group at the gate. They quickly advance.

Winth. (delighted). Mrs. Stuart, how can we say how we regret
this intrusion.

[He offers his hand. Mrs. S. looks at him for a moment as though
she does not recognize him, then draws back.

Mrs. S. My home is yours by right of conquest.

Winth. (stops) No. I beg of you--

Mrs. S. We await your pleasure, sir.

Winth. (falling back a step). Surely you have forgotten; we were
once your guests.

Mrs. S. We have not forgotten, sir; nor can we soon forget.

Winth. (greatly grieved). Once you welcomed us. I know I wear the
uniform--yet, I am still your friend, your kinsman.