CHIEF OF STAFF _nods. Exit the_ GENERAL.


CHIEF OF STAFF

[_With a flash in his old eyes._

Ha! Once more to have those fellows behind me. Think of it! Each man of
them represents fifty thousand. And behind them another million and
another! God! What a machine to handle.

[_He slaps his forehead._

And the old brain working still!


MINISTER OF WAR

[_Rising and crossing to a window, right forward, then speaking
thoughtfully._

I don't know, Clement. I am growing old. I think sometimes that war is
the most terrible matter in which we erring humans become engaged. I
have always thought that--at times.


CHIEF OF STAFF

[_Who has crossed to the Left and stands facing a map of the world,
covering half the wall._