fool.

JUDITH. Like a hero.

RICHARD. Much the same thing, perhaps. (With some bitterness
towards himself) But no: if I had been any good, I should have
done for you what you did for me, instead of making a vain
sacrifice.

ANDERSON. Not vain, my boy. It takes all sorts to make a world
--saints as well as soldiers. (Turning to Burgoyne) And now,
General, time presses; and America is in a hurry. Have you
realized that though you may occupy towns and win battles, you
cannot conquer a nation?

BURGOYNE. My good sir, without a Conquest you cannot have an
aristocracy. Come and settle the matter at my quarters.

ANDERSON. At your service, sir. (To Richard) See Judith home for
me, will you, my boy? (He hands her over to him.) Now General.
(He goes busily up the market place towards the Town Hall,
Leaving Judith and Richard together. Burgoyne follows him a step
or two; then checks himself and turns to Richard.)

BURGOYNE. Oh, by the way, Mr. Dudgeon, I shall be glad to see you
at lunch at half-past one. (He pauses a moment, and adds, with
politely veiled slyness) Bring Mrs. Anderson, if she will be so
good. (To Swindon, who is fuming) Take it quietly, Major Swindon:
your friend the British soldier can stand up to anything except
the British War Office. (He follows Anderson.)