In the foreground, Harvey is still making a pretense of tending the fire, but the look on his face has turned stricken, ugly. He is making a fist and in his fist is Frances' Vive, Vale handkerchief. In the background, Fauntleroy slams back the last of his whiskey, and Mims sits up.
FAUNTLEROY. What is the name of this gentleman's daughter?
MIMS. Sir, I never knew you had a sweetheart!
FAUNTLEROY. Is she pretty?
MACNAMARRA. Go on, Captain, teel them!
CU Peyton, who despite his embarrassment is starting to feel a little pride about bragging about his exploits. He reaches into his waistcoat pocket.
PEYTON. My dear fellows, you cannot expect me to pass comment on a lady.
In the foreground, Harvey's face is full of pain. In the background, a smiling Peyton produces Frances' lock of hair from his pocket.
PEYTON. However, it is not indecorous to say I hope to make her my wife when this War is over.
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