GERTRUDE. The old flag. [_Aside._] My father died for it, and he--[_Looking left._]--is suffering for it--the old flag!
HAVERILL. I can now return the kindness your father did to me, by protecting his daughter from something that may be worse than death.
HAVERILL. Last night I saw you kneeling at the side of Kerchival West; you spoke to him with all the tender passion of a Southern woman. You said you loved him. But you spoke into ears that could not hear you. Has he ever heard those words from your lips? Have you ever confessed your love to him before?
HAVERILL. Do not repeat those words. Keep your heart to yourself, my girl.
GERTRUDE. General! Why do you say this to me? And at such a moment--when his life--
HAVERILL. His life! [_Turning sharply._] It belongs to me!
KERCHIVAL. Sergeant! [_Without. He steps in front road, looking back._] See that my horse is ready at once. General! [_Saluting._] Are there any orders for my regiment, beyond those given to Major Wilson, in my absence, this morning? I am about to ride on after the troops and re-assume my command.
HAVERILL. [_Quietly._] It is my wish, Colonel, that you remain here under the care of the Surgeon.
KERCHIVAL. My wound is a mere trifle. This may be a critical moment in the campaign, and I cannot rest here. I must be with my own men.
HAVERILL. [_Quietly._] I beg to repeat the wish I have already expressed. [KERCHIVAL _walks to him, and speaks apart, almost under his breath, but very earnest in tone._
KERCHIVAL. I have had no opportunity, yet, to explain certain matters, as you requested me to do yesterday; but whatever there may be between us, you are now interfering with my duty and my privilege as a soldier; and it is my right to be at the head of my regiment.
HAVERILL. [_Quietly._] It is my positive order that you do not reassume your command.
KERCHIVAL. General Haverill, I protest against this--
HAVERILL. [_Quietly._] You are under arrest, sir.
GERTRUDE. Ah! [KERCHIVAL _unclasps his belt and offers his sword to_ HAVERILL.
HAVERILL. [_Quietly._] Keep your sword; I have no desire to humiliate you; but hold yourself subject to further orders from me. [KERCHIVAL _goes up veranda._
KERCHIVAL. My regiment at the front!--and I under arrest! [_Exit._