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I donā€™t believe the first man is a coward. I believe he is a hero! Man Goodhumoredly. Thatā€™s what youā€™d have said if youā€™d seen the first man in the charge today. Raina Breathless. Ah, I knew it! Tell meā ā€”tell me about him. Man He did it like an operatic tenorā ā€”a regular handsome fellow, with flashing eyes and lovely moustache, shouting a war-cry and charging like Don Quixote at the windmills. We nearly burst with laughter at him; but when the sergeant ran up as white as a sheet, and told us theyā€™d sent us the wrong cartridges, and that we couldnā€™t fire a shot for the next ten minutes, we laughed at the other side of our mouths. I never felt so sick in my life, though Iā€™ve been in one or two very tight places. And I hadnā€™t even a revolver cartridgeā ā€”nothing but chocolate. Weā€™d no bayonetsā ā€”nothing. Of course, they just cut us to bits. And there was Don Quixote flourishing like a drum major, thinking heā€™d done the cleverest thing ever known, whereas he ought to be courtmartialled for it. Of all the fools ever let loose on a field of battle, that man must be the very maddest. He and his regiment simply committed suicideā ā€”only the pistol missed fire, thatā€™s all. Raina Deeply wounded, but steadfastly loyal to her ideals. Indeed! Would you know him again if you saw him? Man Shall I ever forget him. She again goes to the chest of drawers. He watches her with a vague hope that she may have something else for him to eat. She takes the portrait from its stand and brings it to him. Raina That is a photograph of the gentlemanā ā€”the patriot and heroā ā€”to whom I am betrothed. Man Looking at it. Iā€™m really very sorry. Looking at her. Was it fair to lead me on? He looks at the portrait again. Yes: thatā€™s him: not a doubt of it. He stifles a laugh. Raina Quickly. Why do you laugh? Man Shamefacedly, but still greatly tickled. I didnā€™t laugh, I assure you. At least I didnā€™t mean to. But when I think of him charging the windmills and thinking he was doing the finest thingā ā€”Chokes with suppressed laughter. Raina Sternly. Give me back the portrait, sir. Man With sincere remorse. Of course. Certainly. Iā€™m really very sorry. She deliberately kisses it, and looks him straight in the face, before returning to the chest of drawers to replace it. He follows her, apologizing. Perhaps Iā€™m quite wrong, you know: no doubt I am. Most likely he had got wind of the cartridge business somehow, and knew it was a safe job. Raina That is to say, he was a pretender and a coward! You did not dare say that before. Man With a comic gesture of despair. Itā€™s no use, dear lady: I canā€™t make you see it from the professional point of view. As he turns away to get back to the ottoman, the firing begins again in the distance. Raina Sternly, as she sees him listening to the shots. So much the better for you. Man Turning. How? Raina You are my enemy; and you are at my mercy. What would I do if I were a professional soldier? Man Ah, true, dear young lady: youā€™re always right. I know how good you have been to me: to my last hour I shall remember those three chocolate creams. It was unsoldierly; but it was angelic. Raina Coldly. Thank you. And now I will do a soldierly thing. You cannot stay here after what you have just said about my future husband; but I will go out on the balcony and see whether it is safe for you to climb down into the street. She turns to the window. Man Changing countenance. Down that waterpipe! Stop! Wait! I canā€™t! I darenā€™t! The very thought of it makes me giddy. I came up it fast enough with death behind me. But to face it now in cold blood!ā ā€”He sinks on the ottoman. Itā€™s no use: I give up: Iā€™m beaten. Give the alarm. He drops his head in his hands in the deepest dejection. Raina Disarmed by pity. Come, donā€™t be disheartened. She stoops over him almost maternally: he shakes his head. Oh, you are a very poor soldierā ā€”a chocolate cream soldier. Come, cheer up: it takes less courage to climb down than to face captureā ā€”remember that. Man Dreamily, lulled by her voice. No, capture only means death; and death is sleepā ā€”oh, sleep, sleep, sleep, undisturbed sleep! Climbing down the pipe means doing somethingā ā€”exerting myselfā ā€”thinking! Death ten times over first. Raina Softly and wonderingly, catching the rhythm of his weariness. Are you so sleepy as that? Man Iā€™ve not had two hoursā€™ undisturbed sleep since the war began. Iā€™m on the staff: you donā€™t know what that means. I havenā€™t closed my eyes for thirty-six hours. Raina Desperately. But what am I to do with you. Man Staggering up. Of course I must do something. He shakes himself; pulls himself together; and speaks with rallied vigour and courage. You see, sleep or no sleep, hunger or no hunger, tired or not tired, you can always do a thing when you know it must be done. Well, that pipe must be got downā ā€”He hits himself on the chest, and adds,ā ā€”Do you hear that, you chocolate cream soldier? He turns to the window. Raina Anxiously. But if you fall? Man I shall sleep as if the stones were a feather bed. Goodbye. He makes boldly for the window, and his hand is on the shutter when there is a terrible burst of firing in the street beneath. Raina Rushing to him. Stop! She catches him by the shoulder, and turns him quite round. Theyā€™ll kill you. Man Coolly, but attentively. Never mind: this sort of thing is all in my dayā€™s work. Iā€™m bound to take my chance. Decisively. Now
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