ACT I
Kitty : Mrs. Grey, forgive me, but, really, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What is it that I don’t know?
Margaret (avoiding her eyes): About Mr. Baldry. I’m sorry, but . . . I don’t know his rank.
Kitty : Captain Baldry. What is it that I don’t know about him?
Margaret : Why, that he’s . . . hurt.
Kitty : Hurt?
Margaret : Yes.
Kitty: Wounded, do you mean?
Margaret : Yes, wounded . . . at least . . .
Kitty : He’s dead??
Margaret : No . . . oh, no.
Kitty : What, then?
Margaret (miserably) : Well, I . . . I don’t know exactly how to explain. You see, he . . . he’s not exactly wounded. It’s more . . . you see, there was a shell burst, and . . . and . . . well, it’s shell-shock. Anyway . . . he’s not well.
Kitty : Not well? Is he dangerously ill?
Margaret : No . . . oh, no . . . not dangerously ill. But he’s not well . . . he’s in the Queen Mary Hospital at Bullone.
Kitty (suspiciously): Indeed! And how do you know all this?
Margaret (with a pitiful glibness): A man
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