(Gets up again wearily and dejectedly; all the blazing passion burnt out momentarily) This was to have been my wedding-day; our wedding-day. Now she's lying there, done to death by Huns. A few days ago all youth and freshness and courage and love. Lying disfigured in her little coffin. I know what you meant now by wanting to go back for a third time. I couldn't understand it the other day. It seemed that every one should hate war. But you've seen them. You know them. And you want to destroy them. That's it. Destroy.... The call is all over the world by now. Civilization will be in arms.... To hell with your Pacifists. It's another name for cowards. They'd lose those nearest them: the honor of their women; the liberty of their people--and never strike a blow. To hell with them. It's where they should be. I was one of them. No more. Wherever I meet them I'll spit in their faces. They disgrace the women they were born of; the country they claim.... To hell with them. DARTREY (Tries to soothe him) You must try and get some grip on yourself. GILRUTH (His fingers ceaselessly locking and unlocking) I'll be all right. It's a relief to talk to you. (Sees the preparations for Dartrey's departure) Are you off? DARTREY Yes. To-night. GILRUTH I envy you now. I wish I were going. But I will soon. Ireland first. I must have my say there. What will the "Sinn Feiners" say to the LUSITANIA murder? I want to meet some of them. What are our wrongs of generations to this horror? All humanity is at stake here. I'll talk to them. I must. They'll have to do something now or go down branded through the generations as Pro-German. Can a man have a worse epitaph? No decent Irishman will bear that; every loyal Irishman must loathe them.... I'll talk to them--soul to soul.... Sorry, Dartrey. You have your own sorrow.... Good of you to put up with me. Now I'll go.... (Goes to the door, stops, takes out wallet) Just one thing. If it won't bother you. (Tapping some papers) I've mentioned you here.... If I don't come through--see to a few things for me. Will you? They're not much. Will you? DARTREY Of course I will. GILRUTH (Simply) Thank you. You've always been decent to me.... Dartrey. To-day! You would have been my best man--and she's-- DARTREY (Shaking him by the shoulders) Come, my man. Pull up. GILRUTH I will. I'll be all right. In a little while I'll be along out there. I hope I server under you. (Grips his hand) Good-by. DARTREY Keep in touch with me. GILRUTH All right. (Passes out, opens and closes the outer door behind him and disappears in the street. Dartrey resumes his preparations) The End of the Play [signed]J. Hartley Manners To France