Sir Robert.
It is you that are good, Margaret. I know now
what you did — what you meant to do. But lie still.
The doctor is on his way.
Margaret.
Poor boy! It was he who drew the lot. He
couldn't help himself. It was his life or yours, sir.
Sir Robert.
And to save both you sacrificed your own? But
you will get better of this. I am sure you will.
Margaret.
How sweet! How beautiful! There will be
peace now — isn't that so, sir?
Sir Robert.
Yes, soon, very soon! To-morrow, please God!
Margaret.
Ah! To have helped to bring peace a little nearer—how splendid! How glorious!
Sir Robert.
[With great feeling, taking her hand.] We are all
children of one Father, Margaret. The boundaries
of the human heart are wider than the widest
empire. When this cruel war is over, and the
suffering world is born again——
[The church bells begin to ring.
