(_The sound of a voice singing breaks in on their embrace._ THE GIRL _starts from his arms and looks behind her along the towing-path._ THE MAN _draws back against the hedge, fingering his side, where the knife is hidden. The song comes nearer._) I'll be right there to-night Where the fields are snowy white; Banjos ringin', darkies singin'-- All the world seems bright. THE GIRL. It's 'im! THE MAN. Don't get the wind up, Daise. I'm here! (_The singing stops. A man's voice says: Christ! It's Daise; it's little Daise 'erself_! THE GIRL _stands rigid. The figure of a soldier appears on the other side of the stile. His cap is tucked into his belt, his hair is bright in the sunshine; he is lean, wasted, brown, and laughing._) SOLDIER. Daise! Daise! Hallo, old pretty girl! (THE GIRL _does not move, barring the way, as it were._) THE GIRL. Hallo, Jack! (_Softly_) I got things to tell you. SOLDIER. What sort o' things, this lovely day? Why, I got things that'd take me years to tell. 'Ave you missed me, Daise? THE GIRL. You been so long. SOLDIER. So I 'ave. My Gawd! It's a way they 'ave in the Army. I said when I got out of it I'd laugh. Like as the sun itself I used to think of you, Daise, when the crumps was comin' over, and the wind was up. D' you remember that last night in the wood? "Come back, and marry me quick, Jack!" Well, 'ere I am--got me pass to 'eaven. No more fightin', an' trampin,' no more sleepin" rough. We can get married now, Daise. We can live soft an' 'appy. Give us a kiss, old pretty. THE GIRL (_drawing back_). No. SOLDIER (_blankly_). Why not? (THE MAN, _with a swift movement, steps along the hedge to_ THE GIRL'S _side._) THE MAN. That's why, soldier. SOLDIER (_leaping over the stile_). 'Oo are you, Pompey? The sun don't shine in your inside, do it? 'Oo is 'e, Daise? THE GIRL. My man. SOLDIER. Your--man! Lummy! "Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief"! Well, soldier? So you've been through it, too. I'm laughin' this mornin', as luck will 'ave it. Ah! I can see your knife. THE MAN (_who has half drawn his knife_). Don't laugh at _me_, I tell you. SOLDIER. Not at you, soldier, not at you. (_He looks from one to the other._) I'm laughin' at things in general. Where did you get it, soldier? THE MAN (_watchfully_). Through the lung. SOLDIER. Think o' that! An' I never was touched. Four years an' never was touched. An' so you've come an' took my girl. Nothin' doin'! Ha! (_Again he looks from one to the other--then away._) Well! The world's before me. (_He laughs._) I'll give you Daise for a lung protector. THE MAN (_fiercely_). You won't. I've took her. SOLDIER. That's all right, then. You keep 'er. I've got a laugh in me you can't put out, black as you are! Good-bye, little Daise! (THE GIRL _makes a movement toward him._) THE MAN. Don't touch 'im! (THE GIRL _stands hesitating, and suddenly bursts into tears._)